Jerusalm

And did those feet in ancient time.
      Walk upon South African mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of God
      On South African pleasant pastures seen?


And did the Countenance Divine
      Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here ?
      Among these dark Satanic Mills ?

Bring me my bow of burning gold
       Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear O clouded,unfold
       Bring me my chariot of fire

I will not cease from mental fight,
      Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem,
      In South African green and pleasant land.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Kalake Avatar
November 4, 2016 at 5:56 AM
ok thank you thou
Wolf Avatar
November 4, 2016 at 5:47 AM
I had to look up Vogon first of course, and I disagree, I think this is lovely poetry. Funny too. Ha.
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