Tom Higgins

(Egremont)

That's Just The Way It Is / Was


The icy winds blew from the North
The frost lay thick like ermine.
The cloak of earls swathed the ground
In a bleak land of plague and vermin.

The people shivered in the cold and dark
With no fuel to light a fire
On which to cook some warming gruel
Their situation worse than dire.

Although once it was so much better here
With warmth and food a plenty
Until the plague descended and
They found their larders empty.

So from where did this plague come,
Such evil, what could brew it?
It has been hidden from us for many years,
The money lenders grew it.

So now we sit, and starve, and freeze
In our tattered tents and shacks.
Whilst they look down from their ivory towers
Their well fed armies at their backs.

Submitted: Saturday, September 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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Tom Higgins 02/07/2013

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