Challenged to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem (not necessarily the first one), and then goes elsewhere with it, I chose to use a line from the suggested resource of the day. I’d not read much Robert Burns prior, so it was an ironic pleasure to be reading his nationalist poetry the day after the English patron saint’s celebration day.
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The best-laid schemes o’ mice an ‘men
Do for certain and without fail
Carry all the weight and water,
Of our Henry’s old poor pail.
Around the table they will gather,
To draught their plans of “egality”,
And hope their “kindness” keeps you blinded,
To the lack of us, and the power for me.
Division flags will fly, and bells will toll,
At the dawn of a new election,
And the lies will spill, as their wallets they fill,
When they cry for your selection.
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Missives & Musings 