WIND <br /> <br />Scarce and thin, scarce and thin <br />The government's excuse, <br />Never at all will they do <br />Aught of the slightest use. <br />Over the dying half-wits blow, <br />Over the empty-headed, and the slow <br />Marchers, not getting forwarder, <br />While Ramsay MacDonald sleeps, sleeps. <br /> <br />Fester and rot, fester and rot, <br />And angle and tergiversate <br />One thing among all things you will not <br />Do, that is: think, before it's too late. <br />Election will not come very soon, <br />And those born with a silver spoon, <br />Will keep it a little longer, <br />Until the mind of the old nation gets a little stronger.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alf-s-tenth-bit/
