Friday, 12 December 2014

Convention's Intention


Howling on about tradition
I ponder on these puzzles
How traditionally the stuck in muds
Put truth and change in iron muzzles

Traditionally the well-fixed folk
Had the goodies to themselves
Leaving peasantry to pleasantly
Bless the crumbs on empty shelves

How I remember well those olden days
Singing out for love and peace
My well-holed shoes and chilblain blues
Jason and his golden fleece

Look around the this world today
A mass of suffering tradition
No control no voice at all
Traditional empty lots to miss in


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