The document reflects on why the author chooses to write again during this time of year. It describes having laid down burdens wearily and broken hopes succumbing to agonizing pain due to bloody acts that shook their capital town. Darkening clouds of grief now clog all rays of hope and life is decaying. All institutions have failed them - pulpits, barracks, parliaments - and the blinded multitude are driven, deaf and dumb while others feast on their blood and pains.
The document reflects on why the author chooses to write again during this time of year. It describes having laid down burdens wearily and broken hopes succumbing to agonizing pain due to bloody acts that shook their capital town. Darkening clouds of grief now clog all rays of hope and life is decaying. All institutions have failed them - pulpits, barracks, parliaments - and the blinded multitude are driven, deaf and dumb while others feast on their blood and pains.
The document reflects on why the author chooses to write again during this time of year. It describes having laid down burdens wearily and broken hopes succumbing to agonizing pain due to bloody acts that shook their capital town. Darkening clouds of grief now clog all rays of hope and life is decaying. All institutions have failed them - pulpits, barracks, parliaments - and the blinded multitude are driven, deaf and dumb while others feast on their blood and pains.
The burden shouldered wearily laid down, All broken hopes succumb to agonizing pain By bloody acts that shook our capital town. God knows who plague our happy spring days And nip the buds of branches green and gay, The darkening clouds of grief that clog all rays Of hope that lodge in heart; now life decay. All botched us: pulpits, barracks, parliaments We blinded multitude: driven, deaf and dumb, Our blood their feast, our pains their sacraments