A Smuggler in the Chancery
Westminster, 15th century
Northumberland, still claggy on my tongue,
can nae muck up my quill. The Master rails
“Affairs of state must have the speech of Kings!
The noble words that came by Norman sails
across the channel, that’s what we use here.”
I heed his call and pen each day’s events:
deliveries of venison, the hour
a fine is paid, petitioners’ laments.
But when I can, I give the common man
his native deer, his calf and nae their veal.
I give the shepherd hounds to watch his sheep;
and in my house I’ll teach my growing son
our English speech and of its stony will,
then dream of Wigton wan I’ve gaan t’sleep
Rush Limbaugh may be a dissembling fascist, but he knows how to connect to citizens through fear and grievance. In the absence of sustained moral courage, the demagogues win.
-- Steve Almond