CAPTIVES CONGENIAL

Posted by Admin on 27 January 2008, 12:00 am

Virginia’s creation,
its Indian relation,
Egypt’s presentation,
the first of man’s needs.

Watch it make mellow men,
honouring fellow men,
white, black, or yellow men,
ignoring all creeds.

Now see their lips pouting,
all daily cares routing,
with fragrant smoke spouting,
oh, choicest of weeds!

In briar’s sane notions,
or calumet’s motions,
perfumed hookah’s potions,
benevolence ripe.

State’s dialecticians,
Law’s austere logicians,
from scribes to physicians,
every known type;

Monarch and menial,
for practice venial,
captives congenial,
all slaves of the pipe.

T. C. Hudson
16th February 1938

© T. C. Hudson.

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