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.

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By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

6 comments

  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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