This country is o’erran by trusts
And each within its sphere adjusts
Production and the price of that
Which it controls, not caring what
The people it plucks may say
For trusts possess the right of way
On all our great commercial trails
To crush the slow industrial snails
The trusts economy is seen
In big combines which seal the doom
Of those who live half way between.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Goodbat Nightman by Roger McGough
- On Returning To England poem – Alfred Austin
- Children039s Eyes
- His Poetry His Pillar by Robert Herrick
- Владимир Солоухин – У моря
- last_word_to_childhood.html
- The Flower of Mending by Vachel Lindsay
- His Last Sonnet poem – John Keats poems
- Tiger
- Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms by Thomas Moore
- Book Eighth: Retrospect–Love Of Nature Leading To Love Of Man by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: The Inventory: In answer to a mandate by the Surveyor of the Taxes
- Николай Заболоцкий – Последняя любовь
- To… (Kern) poem – Alexander Pushkin
- The Way poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
