THIS is a rune I ravelled in the still,
Arrogant stare of an Australian cow—
‘These prankt intruders of the hornless brow,
Puffed up with strange illusions of their skill
To fence, to milk, to fatten and to kill,
Once worshipped me with temple, rite and vow,
Crowned me with stars, and bade rapt millions bow
Before what abject guess they called my will!
‘To-day, this flunkey of my midden, Man,
Throws child-oblations in my milking byre,
Stifles in slums to spare me lordly fields,
Flatters with spotless consorts my desire,
And for a pail of cream his birth-right yields,
As once in Egypt, Hellas, Ind, Iran!’
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comment from ' Marcy Anna' AP member
Im not sure exactly what this poem is ment to say, but I truly enjoyed reading this. The diction that you used in this write is so refreshing and new. I get so tired of hearing the same words over and over again and its nice to hear new and vivid imagery as well, I particularly liked this line "Crowned me with stars, and bade rapt millions bow" Please keep up this sort of style, it seems to fit you very well.
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