Injunctions To The Barricades
Bring me the bones of a man who is broken
By the commands of a race that is pure
Paint me the shadow of insults unspoken
By the pretenders whose scowls we endure
Then shall the sky
give way to the burden
Show me the darkness of someone gone mad
In the sickening cellars of Malory Towers
Then claim that the IRS makes your heart glad
As its innermost circle rehearses its powers
Then you and I
Shall carry the burden
Let us not shirk from condemning outright
All the blameless, who hide behind virtue and truth
And who feign such indifference to workaday plight
As they drown olive sorrows in gin and vermouth
Lest they should die
Borne down by the burden
Envoi
Nobody knows da trouble I seen; nobody knows but Jesus
How ah'd love to quit this scene; but we jus' can't get de visas
Contributors: | Barry Foster, Apsley, loaf, Arnold the Sly Ape, will h, F, Chevalier, Kansas Sam, dkb. |
Poem finished: | 2nd March 2006 by F. |