I have seen the mob of late
Standing sullen in the square,
Gazing with a sullen stare
At window, balcony and gate.
Some have talked in bitter tones,
Some have held and fingered stones.
These are follies that subside.
Let us consider, none the less,
Certain frailties of glass
Which, it cannot be denied,
Lead in times like these to fear
For crystal vase and chandelier.
Not that the missiles will be cast;
None as yet dare lift an arm.
But the scene recalls a storm
When our grandsire stood aghast
To see his antique ruby bowl
Shivered in a thunder-roll.
Let us only bear in mind
How these treasures handed down
From a calmer age passed on
Are in the keeping of our kind.
We stand between the dead glass-blowers
And murmurings of missile throwers.
- Wealth
- Power
- Social Division and Unrest
- Assonance
- Metaphor
- Sibilance
- Crystal vase
- Chandelier
- Trappings of wealth
- Old man standing in a stately home, mob of people with stones stand outside this house
ABBA ACCA
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| Symbol | Meaning |
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| Missile Throwers | People who make/inspire change |
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