Friday, 29 June 2012

Without a conscience

There are troubles by the sea which I’ve seen
Terrors by the grave which I’ve witnessed 
Death in the field which I’ve observed 
Misery in the houses which I’ve beheld. 
I’ve seen the rain devoured the poor man’s shed
The earthquake swallow the rich man’s manor
The fire burn the widows inheritance 
The wind raze the preacher’s chapel.
These poor calamities for one day never cease
They rave their songs without a conscience drum.


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