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NOT MUCH CALL FOR PLOUGHSHARES.
(This poem was born of a Newsnight blogger's comment in 2008. Serendipity in 'spades'.)
The arms of the world reach up in despair
A desperate child, with no mother there;
As the armaments industry fashions war-ware
There is not much call for ploughshares.
The artisan’s hand cupped Britain’s prowess
When the smith made and mended the tools of success;
His arms now hav...
Saturday 9th November 2013 2:32 pm
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