England In 1819

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,--
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,--mud from a muddy spring,--
Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know,
But leech-like to their fainting country cling,
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow,--
A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field,--
An army, which liberticide and prey
Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield,--
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay;
Religion Christless, Godless--a book sealed;
A Senate,--Time's worst statute unrepealed,--
Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestous day.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Comments (3)

A great and bold poem narrating the tumultuous and dispairing conditions prevailing in England during 1819. Thanks for sharing it here.
not much has changed! the day after thatcher died has much changed One down!
the reason I love to read Shelley is the honesty in which he wrote a real challange to all that was wrong with the world. & still is