Of the Labour Government

Epigrammata XLIV

The English may loose / the blood-dimmed tide, for justice / burns hot, unanswered.

Before History, all are without strength
Rulers who must defer at length
To migrant hordes, helpless enough
To tame, but not so void of the stuff
Of banditry, child-murders and slavery
Only locals get this posterity--
Civility crushes them as well
And tho' nothing can break this spell
War wakens soon, and war is hell.