My Scene (ref. "Miniver Cheevy")
Curse and blessing, gift of spite
Prisoner of day-and-night
The life I live is grand indeed
And yet I fall to subtle greed
Politics are naught to me
A slough of amorality
And if it lives, then let it be
By person, not by company
King and Country, Lord and Land
This, my vehement demand
An age of steel and loyalty
Of sacrifice and calvary
And yet I still continue here
Reality that's set austere
Forever stressed beyond my means -
The world's a stage, and this my scene
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: