The Unborn. Poem by Robert Crawford
The Unborn.
Rating: ★2.8
Ah God! for those who are coming,
The millions who yet must be!
Thine Earth like a hive has been humming
So long with anxiety:
Such a deal of confusion and trouble,
Thousands so poor and unfed ....
They are coming to starve on the stubble
Where hosts of the ages are dead!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: confusion
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