Poet Sarah Warden
“An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,— Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flowThrough public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring,— 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,— An army, which liberticide and preyMakes as a two-edged sword to all who wieldGolden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay; Religion Christless, Godless—a book sealed;A Senate,—Time’s worst statute unrepealed,— Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom mayBurst, to illumine our tempestous day.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Get full access to Sarah Warden at sarahwarden.substack.com/subscribe [https://sarahwarden.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]
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