DOLE THE BELL! BELL THE DOLE! <br /> <br />Whom can these duds attack? <br />Soapy Sime? Slipp'ry Mac? <br />Naught but a shirt is there <br />Such as the fascists wear, <br />Never the man inside <br />Moving a nation-wide <br />Disgust with hokum. <br /> <br />Plenty to right of 'em, <br />Plenty to left of 'em, <br />Yeh! What is left of 'em, <br />Boozy, uncertain. <br />See how they take it all, . <br />Down there in Clerkenwall <br />Readin' th' pypers! <br /> <br />Syrup and soothing dope, <br />Sure, they can live on hope, <br />Ain't yeh got precedent ? <br />Ten years and twelve years gone, <br />Ten more and nothing done, <br />GOD save Britannia!<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alf-s-third-bit/
