Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire.

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.

by William Blake

Comments (9)

where could I get answers
A powerful indictment of not only the ubiquitous commission of injustice, but also the ubiquitous omission of intervention.
A profound write depicting the real real world with self serving brutes and injustices perpetrated by them.
Yeah, there are so much injustices in this world. Even you can't count. It is a nice poem.
It is deeply disturbing - man's inhumanity to his fellow human beings - very beautifully captured in this small poem!
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