Captain Swing

Captain Swing

A Haiku

Shelter with me here
where the fires cannot reach us,
scorching now the earth.

A Decima

The history of Captain Swing
is told in tales of burning ricks,
machine destruction, polemics
of resistance imagining
a better world and songs that sing
of full employment, profits shared
with labourers, all those who cared
to question if the status quo
was fit to see a nation grow,
those who rebelled, when few had dared.

Categorized as Poems

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.


  1. Nice. Completely over my head. But, nice. I’d do the thumbs up emoji, but I just have no idea how to do anything but smile. 🙂 (Thank goodness for my Grammarly addon or that would’ve said ‘butt smile’.)


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