~Only if we fail: Whilst afflicted and by temper shun villainous nurture’s seed; yet not decry thru our vote: “‘Bibar,’ thy guilts are pernicious weeds—a farce of bedeviling tricks shone bright thru malicious deeds!” vide: LIBERTY FOR BREAD Oh Bibar, on what dost thou fix taste for price of bake? Does time of oxen plow or grain they gnaw vex thy wage? Too hardtack grits each chew with pain of teeth they break; Yeast blended in eases dough’s bite but raises greed’s rage. More plowmen’s sweat might sweeten yield—yet jinx the pay! By Opportunity’s slight, won’t more work be a fix for duty? Yes! Set, for hands and muscle’s pride, to plow an extra day! And for its trick praise teachers who ease this gullibility! Arrange tribute, from their common purse—a workers’ prize: “To These, Who with Heartiest Pace, Plow Best with Grace” For this they’d give all; nibbling none nor eyeing otherwise. Thus by fete, greedy whimsy brings delight to Bibar’s face: Exalted high, too far beyond for sycophants’ gaze to glean; Despising all who beg and vow their liberty for a fiend. ©Copyright George Thompson, Sr. 2014
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 13:02:05 +0000
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