Forgotten Ground Regained

The Fleece

Audrey Hampton
How many hares among the heatherSit and stay in sultry weatherBut slip away at sight of stormBut bundle up in burrows warm?And why are we who walk above themPried and plied as though the problemWith seeking safety just the sameTrapped and treated as things to tame?Rot-tongue robbers hold the reinsAnd faced with fury they will feignAn innocence they will insistShould draft a different man to die.They greet him gladly at the gallowsStrung up in fields flat and fallowAnd say what's mine is his, and his is mine.The common man pays for white collar crime.And when the noose's knot is tight against his neckThe barons have the beggars at their beckMaking merriment for miles.
The only price: Another poor man's corpse tossed on the pile.
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