Social Commentaries
Poor Kings
From Foliage (1913)
God's pity on poor kings,
They know no gentle rest;
The North and South cry out,
Cries come from East and West--
"Come, open this new Dock,
Building, Bazaar or Fair."
Lord, what a wretched life
Such men must bear.
They're followed, watched and spied,
No liberty they know;
Some eye will watch them still,
No matter where they go.
When in green lanes I muse,
Alone, and hear birds sing,
God's pity then, say I,
On some poor king.
Codex Note
God's pity on kings, who must open every dock, building, bazaar or fair and are watched wherever they go, while the poet muses alone in the green lanes and hears birds sing.
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MLA
Davies, W. H. “Poor Kings.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/davies_wh/11/.
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Davies, W. H. “Poor Kings.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/davies_wh/11/.
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