Lest our true project (soul salvation) fail,
We need to look beyond the private realm
To Mother Earth herself, whose tragic tale
Should every proper conscience overwhelm.
The hated truth, as the Green Prince well knows,
Is that human greed has made her very ill;
Yet are you, there in Richmond, one of those
Who cannot see why man must pay the bill?
Enough! To lecture you hereon would mar
The optimistic note I’ve duly struck:
Your salad days are over but you are
Entitled to dessert, with any luck.
I’m pleased to greet you; hope you’ll cease to roam.
Your knighthood means you have a place called home.
Sympathy for Sir MicK
by Michael Peach




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