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Anarchy
I saw a city filled with lust and shame
Where men ,like wolves ,slunk through the grim half-light
And sudden,in the midst of it , there came
One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right
And speaking, fell before that brutish race
Like some poor wren that shrieking eagles tear
While brute Dishonour ,with her bloodless face
Stood by and smote his lips that moved in prayer
" Speak not of God! In centuries that word
Hath not been uttered! Our own king are we"
And God stretched the forth finger as
He heard
And o'er it cast a thousand leagues of sea
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Kiki M.
submitted on 5 Sep 2021 - 18:28
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It s a poem
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forth finger= fourth finger?