Month: May 2009

Oliver Cromwell

It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonored by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice; ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government; ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money. Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess? Ye have no more religion than my horse; gold is your God; which of you have not barter’d your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth? Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defil’d this sacred place, and turn’d the Lord’s temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices? Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation; you were deputed here by the people to get grievances redress’d, are yourselves gone! So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors. In the name of God, go!…

Anneliese Emmans Dean

On The Role Of The Next Century’s Poet Laureate Poetry! Opium of the masses Feed their habit Feed their habit Poetry For the working classes Let ’em have it Let ’em have it Poetry Raise your champagne glasses Chitter chat it Chitter chat it Poetry For the lads and lasses Twitter chav it Twitter chav it Poetry With OAP bus passes Zimmer jab it Zimmer jab it Poetry! Opium of the masses Live it, gab it Give it, fab it Pitter-pat it Tit-for-tat it Skit it, scat it Brit it, bat it!…

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