For the glory of.



One day,
their will be a festival,
without walls,
the musicians and poets and playwrights.

She will do it for the love of tart,
this cream horn cart,
they will talk of unity
and say we are free.

Like the beggar on a joke scheme,
like wealth without a dream,
I saw the Green future
and breathed again.


The Romans are active tonight,
think of them,
as they try and keep our peace.

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