Mine eyes are sick of this perpetual flow
Of people, & my heart of one sad thought.
Mine eyes are sick of this perpetual flow
Of people, & my heart of one sad thought.
Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, but leech-like to their fainting country cling, till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, -- a people starved and stabbed in the untilled field...
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories