I'm listening to the most silliest
and cruelest of songs; a collection
of chamber music about vagabonds
and vagrants by ennobled English
composers, praising the life of
the homeless wanderer as filled
by the spirit of English freedom;
the state which made knights
out of these composers imprisoned
those homeless travelers of the
drenched moors trudging
under cold English moons. Threw
them in prisons, chained them
in galleys, send them across
the seas to be worked to death
far away from cold English
moons, drenched moors and
soot-painted cities with their
rivers running black from sewage.
In thunderous voices and sweet
melodies, the knights of the realm
merrily praise the long-hunted as
symbols of English freedom,
chained in the dungeons of
the ennobling English state.
23.04.2023
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