Monday, March 27, 2023

The Angel of Progress

The angel of progress, the crown of refuge,
A monument of law pregnant with green
Does trace the dawning weed of wilderness,
From the silencing centre conspiring overseas.
The iridescence of common character that binds
One nation, a republic for the ages, 
Where parents nod from the past, retained,
And children beckon to the future, unchained.
Where liberty mingles in a stream of blood,
Though the hand is hacked off, the teeth still dig.
Monarchs of commerce unite in labour,
Skirts spread afar to sift seed and fatigue.
Just and equal tea fountains spout revolutions
And uncage the righteous from British creed. 

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