VAGRANT VERSE
FAR FROM LONDON. (On hearing that a certain book is suppressed.) (Written for the Southland Times.) Let us be spoonfed to the end of time, It does not matter, Masters, how we live, In what deep darkness, downward, near the grime, The brains of London have no help to give! Make of us narrow, vacant, purblind fools, Fed like the ox to grace a market’s stall, Shut up the doors of all the modern schools, Prove Masters, we are children! Is that all? What’s good enough for England is too mean For sheltered lives in lonely Southern land; We need not Art or Truth, they are obscene; What’s Thought to us?—Let’s merely use our hands! So Masters, you shall prove both how and why Our noisy boast of Freedom is a lie! —Southerner. Invercargill, October 11.
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Southland Times, Issue 20615, 13 October 1928, Page 6
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138VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 20615, 13 October 1928, Page 6
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