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The Critic
To hell with the voice, easily finding fault
your words, no volume, from such a mighty horse
I’ll defer your naïve jurisprudence
accepting not your ignorant discourse
No tribute do you deserve
weakness, resting upon your throne
while casting doubt on those that fight
hypocrisy not to condone
The accolade must be awarded
to those in firm belief and standing proud
assembling for the silenced
vocalising for an oppressed crowd
Honours are due without a doubt
to men and women in the trenches
waging all our battles of war
while you pass judgement from your benches
your words, no volume, from such a mighty horse
I’ll defer your naïve jurisprudence
accepting not your ignorant discourse
No tribute do you deserve
weakness, resting upon your throne
while casting doubt on those that fight
hypocrisy not to condone
The accolade must be awarded
to those in firm belief and standing proud
assembling for the silenced
vocalising for an oppressed crowd
Honours are due without a doubt
to men and women in the trenches
waging all our battles of war
while you pass judgement from your benches
Published 30th Mar 2017
| Edited 17th Aug 2018
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30th Mar 2017 11:32pm
30th Mar 2017 11:35pm
30th Mar 2017 11:39pm
31st Mar 2017 10:00pm
Yep, we too easily give the armchair critics so much sway in our lives. Thank you for the reminder.
2nd Apr 2017 1:08am
I never met a critic or publisher I have actually liked - love this poem though :-)
