Please don’t call me fascist, I just want these things to work,
don’t label my excitement, the source of all your hurt,
for your sluggishness, is the reason for my pain,
where I remain a pauper, in your mediocre reign!
Why do you make me want to mend, such a broken globe?
I should simply do my bit, and not think of a robe,
but in times of crooked crowns, and snakish sorry states,
I may have to vent it out, so I can overtake!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "The world's an ugly place, when you destitute Mr. Fielding", said the aptly named Tom Jones to Henry Fielding, in a TV mini-series called "City of Vice", about the formation of the Bow Street Runners. (N.B. Tom Jones here, is not from the book by Henry Fielding, but a gang-lord of Georgian London, who happens to have the same name.) With this in mind, I thought that I would write this short succinct poem, about the poor, striving to get their way, but also the way in which, society labels their efforts as vicious. The accompanying banner picture is very apt, as it is a symbol of both desperation and isolation. I hope that you enjoy and take something from this poem, I hope that someday we can all get along, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Those words are so meaningful in the way the world is at the moment Ben.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and again, I'm glad that we're on the same page.
I hope that all is well.
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