Woebegone Is The Land Poem by Dr Ronnie Bai

Woebegone is the land in the tight grip
Of th' dark spirit, where men of sudden wealth
Dine and drink and complete for saucy quip
But mind not their souls being sold off in stealth;
God-damned are th' men with dark eyes and dark hair
Too drunk to see on their long night's journey
The dark truth kept in the dark and dank lair
Of the dark spirit and its dark company;
God forsaken are th' men with forgotten past
Of blood, torture, famine, exile, forced labour…
When their fathers were to cowshed pinned fast
And their mothers at th' end of their tether.
Strangely they swim on th' dark silt of money
And wallow in th' rich sludge fetid and bloody.