‘Outrage and conspiracy … are the offspring of distress and want of employment … fostered and rendered formidable by nothing but the want of trade’
Let us not have George or Edward
No let us not have Queen
No more heads of state
No more sinkerballs.
Let us instead have Republic to rule us all.
The Queen has gone.
Take our Queen
And bless us with Republic.
The Republic is dead; God save the Republic.
Our government gave tillage to rule her soils
While bartering pastures tarry not.
Let us cut the strings.
Save these puppets not
Come have a Republic state.
What childish curs sit
On noble benches?
Castlereagh, Sidmouth or Eldon’s?
Not knowing the taste of soup.
Never in sight of a penny,
Or the sound of change
In a pocket borough,
Everything now plastic bought.
Indulge in old Sabre strewn slashes
They would have us cutpurse.
“I shall make your king a little man for this,”
I was saying yesturday this maybe as polictical as I get but it came out angry