Ode on Solitude

by Alexander Pope Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose heards of milk, whose fields of bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest! who can unconcern’dly find Hours,Continue reading “Ode on Solitude”

The Race Industry

by Benjamin Zephaniah The coconuts have got the jobs. The race industry is a growth industry. We despairing, they careering. We want more peace they want more police. The Uncle Toms are getting paid. The race industry is a growth industry. We say sisters and brothers don’t fear. They will do anything for the Mayor.Continue reading “The Race Industry”

The Little Match Girl

by KNIGHT OF THE WHITE ELEPHANT OF BURMAH WILLIAM MCGONAGALL It was biting cold, and the falling snow, Which filled a poor little match girl’s heart with woe, Who was bareheaded and barefooted, as she went along the street, Crying: “Who’ll buy my matches? for I want pennies to buy some meat!” When she leftContinue reading “The Little Match Girl”