Commendam

Commendam

A Poem by Samuel I Moth

What of  civilization
Say these wretched hollow shrills
Say these goat-haired grunts to the noosing hills
Say the black-bird's worm to the ole chopping bill
Civil Progress?  pilgrim's progress?
Tis all reversible flight!
Pop the merryman's bubble
And cannibals rule the night!

© 2017 Samuel I Moth


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Added on July 16, 2017
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