Poet's Corner: Restless

A restless look,

A sinful shadow-

‘Tis all that’s left

Of life to swallow.

And as it goes,

Amongst the gentry,

A truth is scarce,

A hope is empty.

Yet we shall stay.

Demand an entry.

Disperse the mist.

Become a sentry.

And raise our fists-                                                                                

To better times;

To times of plenty.


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