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Post by octoberlost on Sept 27, 2004 13:19:22 GMT
I think this is a shortened version of P.B. Shelley www.artofeurope.com/shelley/index.htmlPeople of England wherefore plough For the Lords who lay ye low ? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear? The seeds ye sow another reaps The wealth ye find, another heaps The robes ye weave another wears The arms ye forge another bears Wherefore feed and clothe and save From the cradle to the grave These ungrateful drones who would Drain your sweat, nay drink your blood Rise like lions after slumber In unvanquishable number Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many they are few.Ye are many they are few.
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Post by michele cryer on Sept 27, 2004 15:41:30 GMT
Wow..that's a great poem...thanks Octoberlost.
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