The Common.
From high upon an armoured hill I gazed upon a busy field Where rank and title mattered nil In widespread use, the common weal. At sport or play or solo…
From high upon an armoured hill I gazed upon a busy field Where rank and title mattered nil In widespread use, the common weal. At sport or play or solo…
Is that you again Bill Bennett Born under your own star, The national moral compass And self-styled virtue tsar? Does the past still make your cases? And all things cawed…
A lot grown too content and wayward blind Saw not the peril or chose to ignore The past – filled smartly by a fervent kind Marching in long contempt to…