Vir reid agin tha ‘d swit skryt’d grrls
inna nones an kall thaer pulchritudinous
tha ha nae ken o’ walking soft and slow
wi hon thorough wud an lying eye ta eye.
Agin they evil idea of hell
which they bring to earth to burn the weak;
agin they let they children think love’s words
- cunt cock and fuck – are insult and slander
vir reid. They have cut down the woods pour’d
their shite into the rivers and oceans
and hidden the stars in the polluted night -
they’d geld our weal and foul the very wells.
Likr Lyr beneath the fell sky on the blighted heath,
This is but a fool’s scalding, a sightless cry.
