Ring a Ring a Roses
I used to see them play this game, in infants class, each day
And I never even realized, or thought in any way,
Of what it’s implications meant, some called it heavens rage
But what the many smitten by it, simply called ‘The Plague’.
The Ring a Ring a Roses, were red blotches, on the skin
And death would visit every house, and embrace those therein,
The Pocket full of posies was, to ward off foul odours
The petals packed in orange skins, bought in from foreign shores,
Atishoo! Atishoo!, now thousands start to fall
And ‘All Fall Down’ the final act, when death begins to call.
How many hundred thousand died, no records kept, or read
The night carts trundle through the streets, and weighed down
with the dead.
That game started my whole career, that very simple game
I studied history later on, life, suffering and pain.
And went to college later on, then later still, to teach
l wonder still, how a age old game, bought a new life into
reach.
© Sammichon, 8 months ago
I used to see them play this game, in infants class, each day
And I never even realized, or thought in any way,
Of what it’s implications meant, some called it heavens rage
But what the many smitten by it, simply called ‘The Plague’.
The Ring a Ring a Roses, were red blotches, on the skin
And death would visit every house, and embrace those therein,
The Pocket full of posies was, to ward off foul odours
The petals packed in orange skins, bought in from foreign shores,
Atishoo! Atishoo!, now thousands start to fall
And ‘All Fall Down’ the final act, when death begins to call.
How many hundred thousand died, no records kept, or read
The night carts trundle through the streets, and weighed down
with the dead.
That game started my whole career, that very simple game
I studied history later on, life, suffering and pain.
And went to college later on, then later still, to teach
l wonder still, how a age old game, bought a new life into
reach.
© Sammichon, 8 months ago