Accursed Wealth


Clare’s famous words, expunged from his first published book when his rich supporters realised what they meant.  But, still true today
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Now all laid waste by Desolations hand
Whose cursed weapons level half the land
O who could see my dear green willows fall
What feeling heart but dropt a tear for all
Accursed Wealth oer-bounding human laws
Of every evil thou remainst the cause
Victims of want those wretches such as me
Too truly lay their wretchedness to thee
Thou art the bar that keeps from being fed
& thine our loss of labour & of bread
Thou art the cause that levels every tree
& woods bow down to clear a way for thee
 
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