Bloomsbury Gang Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bloomsbury Gang

Open, book, closed eyes, I skim
In London some young youths
Cambridge and their Moore

Loud voices come like cry
Hidden deep in some well
Lucky, time, favored them

They're talking; of Greece
Sure, it was Great, Majestic
Seems an end to young men

Book's closed, eyes opened
"Look smart, they are dumb
Why not see the far beyond? "

The bird sings; cat mews
Cow and ass each a sound
Sun's message: "Get up leave."