When the people began to tow in, Dragging their feets like reluctant waves, Across a red – pink sea. Then they began to offer butter for your stale bread, Sugar for your sour tea, And milk for your starched throat. The birds didn’t chirp, nor tweet, they only sang, Unlike them, a sombre song. … Continue reading Sombre Song

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