YOU modern men, purveyors of perfection,
Whose blazoned gifts from catalogue and
hoarding
Refurbish hackneyed eulogies, recording
Your stock’s worth and all rivalry’s subjection –
How has the past been honoured, whose erection
Towers to your greatness, with clapped tongues
applauding
Most pompous gulls, that pilfer your marauding’
Exalted dupes, most smug in your protection I
Proud kings of traffic, what filth could you dwarf,
Who swindle, haggle, hoard, and gravely cheat.
Exhaling lies? What reptile sense have you.
Fat with the spoil of field, exchange, and wharf.
That by your stone-age cunning you subdue
Men, and infect them with your grave deceit?
(E J Rupert Atkinson)
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