The Harmful Enclosure of Many Lands
If your soul hurts, this is what you must do: Look out upon the spilt blood of the land, The necklace of the Earth, its
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
If your soul hurts, this is what you must do: Look out upon the spilt blood of the land, The necklace of the Earth, its
At the bottom of the ocean, In a mariner’s trench so deep That Hillary could have climbed it, We pray that we will find silence.
The thumping sound of a breaking heart, Heard across the ocean blue, By sensors continents apart; The thumping sound of a breaking heart: A sound