The Victorian Philistines
The entire world is as a foreign place
To those who don't believe in the horizon
The perfect man has extinguished his love
Put out the light that others kept their eyes on.
And then put out the light, so said the Bard,
While posing in his lime-green leotard
As he scans the sweeping Plains for bison.
The entire past is as a foreign land
To him who keeps no remembrance of smiles
The weak man loves his country's history
Loathes the sons of foreign isles
Though he would claim to serve them, were he asked
He would shirk his duty, should he be tasked
To leave these transitory things behind
Contributors: | fester, Roland, Apsley, loaf, Barrymores Ghost, Barrymore's Ghost. |
Poem finished: | 4th October 2002. |