In Churchill's realm the weaklings grow
They report mean words, blow by blow
to the police; and in the sky
The cameras, for their safety, spy
Scarce cared of by the men below.
They are the Hurt. Short years ago
They fought, sought truth, and bravely strove,
Spoke out their mind, but now they whine
In Churchill's realm.
Take up their quarrel with the foe:
No hurtful words disturb their soul
The torch; be yours to hold it high:
With feelings must the law comply
Make careful speech, when weaklings grow
In Churchill's realm.
Last 5 posts by Ken White
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