What of Them Then?A Poem by Xanthous Crow
When the poor come marching to your castle walls
You'll gather your men, muster them all Or will you be man enough to take the fall? When the poor come marching to your castle walls You'll gather your men, but where are your men? When the poor come marching to your castle walls What of them then? © 2012 Xanthous Crow |
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Added on September 2, 2012 Last Updated on September 2, 2012 Author
Xanthous CrowMount Erebus, AntarcticaAbout"Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancho.. more..Writing
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