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Be Not
Be not Grains of Sand to see for Time holds not Infinity, our
Hands may grasp Eternity, our Life is short upon this World.
Be not Doves and Pigeons burdened, break the Cage, release the Birds, when
Only then, birdsong be heard and Angel’s Wings shall be uncurled!
Cages on which wrath incurred and into Hell we should he hurled!
Heaven’s Rage shall be unfurled!
Be not Starving Dogs’ prostration pour out shame upon our Nation
Offer them divine oblation, feasting at their Master’s Gate!
End the selfish man’s predation, Suff’ring Wolves howl out damnation
Leave to God nature’s legation, Heaven chooses nature’s fate!
Canines rue not mans’ relation, It’s our lot to treat them straight!
Heaven’s Will we must Au Fait!
Proffer not puritanism, nor the rich men’s criticism
On the poor like aphorisms, Misery from selfish spite!
Do not yield to pragmatism, hateful detached stoicism
Poor Folk need our optimism, Goodness to all men forthright!
Defeat the seed of cynicism, Hopeless folk need love and light!
Purge all poverty from sight!
Hands may grasp Eternity, our Life is short upon this World.
Be not Doves and Pigeons burdened, break the Cage, release the Birds, when
Only then, birdsong be heard and Angel’s Wings shall be uncurled!
Cages on which wrath incurred and into Hell we should he hurled!
Heaven’s Rage shall be unfurled!
Be not Starving Dogs’ prostration pour out shame upon our Nation
Offer them divine oblation, feasting at their Master’s Gate!
End the selfish man’s predation, Suff’ring Wolves howl out damnation
Leave to God nature’s legation, Heaven chooses nature’s fate!
Canines rue not mans’ relation, It’s our lot to treat them straight!
Heaven’s Will we must Au Fait!
Proffer not puritanism, nor the rich men’s criticism
On the poor like aphorisms, Misery from selfish spite!
Do not yield to pragmatism, hateful detached stoicism
Poor Folk need our optimism, Goodness to all men forthright!
Defeat the seed of cynicism, Hopeless folk need love and light!
Purge all poverty from sight!
Published 4th Jun 2019
Author's Note
trochaic octameter with catalexis and Internal rhyme
I gave up after three stanzas.
I gave up after three stanzas.
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4th Jun 2019 8:30pm
Three verses is a pretty heroic achievement by anyone's standards with this task you set yourself. And not easy to fit it with such subject matter. Nicely done.
4th Jun 2019 9:40pm
Reggie, you raise the bar with these meters and internal rhymes, I am in awe.
Excellent piece.
Excellent piece.
5th Jun 2019 3:39pm
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- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
10th Jun 2019 2:02pm
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Anonymous
- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
10th Jun 2019 2:49pm
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