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Ruling From the Tomb<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by Phil Knight<\/em><\/p>\n “The tradition of the dead generations weighs like a Let the drums beat out a dirge. The people can dance late into the night They work hard who protect and serve Some say it is all so unfair Gates<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by Phil Knight, with image above from <\/em>phatcatholic<\/p>\n Everywhere the gates were closed The meek searched for refuge but Some people were short of money One day there was a reckoning so Ruling From the Tomb by Phil Knight “The tradition of the dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the minds of the living.” – Karl Marx Let…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":655,"featured_media":15286,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15290","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15290","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/655"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15290"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15290\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/15286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15290"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15290"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15290"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
nightmare on the minds of the living.” – Karl Marx<\/p>\n
Paint the epitaphs on every wall.
Things change to remain the same.
Dip the flags, but don’t let them fall.<\/p>\n
As long as keep they within their limits.
Those born to hold the golden hour
Can spare one or two precious minutes.<\/p>\n
just to keep a lid on a boiling pot.
Occasionally pouring out a ladle or two
To those who could easily have the lot.<\/p>\n
But things won’t be any different soon
While the traditions of the dead generations
Are still ruling from the tomb.<\/p>\n
By the strong against the weak.
The rich lived in concrete towers
No-one was allowed to join the clique.<\/p>\n
Everywhere the gates were closed.
The strong did not hear them call
When on silk couches they reposed.<\/p>\n
And others frozen under the Sun.
Everywhere the gates were closed
What was said could not be undone.<\/p>\n
the weak and strong were juxtaposed.
The rich complained of their fate but
Everywhere the gates were closed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"