18 April 2006

neither sonnet nor sennet



here in this house we are content
to rule ourselves no government
of inauspicious tyrants nor of thieves
will treat us like their subjugated beeves
to herd us into some dark abbatoir
our blood to fill a ghastly reservoir
for george the vampire king of all this land
to gorge himself while leading his vile band
to cover all our earth with that red fire
which marks the coming of a new empire
where dullness, ignorance, and hate
suppress all speech and silence all debate
still in our private space we can withdraw
from tyranny that comes in cloak of law

4 comments:

Geoffrey Philp said...

WoW!

FSJL said...

I wouldn't say it was that good. It's a simple five-finger exercise in Popeian satire.

Geoffrey Philp said...

Yeah, but when last have you seen Popeian satire?

FSJL said...

There are some twentieth century examples in Kingsley Amis's Oxford Book of Light Verse. There's a wonderful piece by the Australian literary critic A.D. Hope called Dunciad Minor, skewering a lot of the major literary critics of the twentieth century.