Ballade Of The C.C.F. (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Men, brother men, who, voiceless, round us fret,How can ye credit still they are sincere?This premier and his puppet cabinet,This ...
Men, brother men, who, voiceless, round us fret,How can ye credit still they are sincere?This premier and his puppet cabinet,This ...
A devil serves our mastersAnd warps to their desireThe flexing of our sinews,Our hearts' corroding fire;Old as the mists of ...
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