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In Search of Ugliness

Drummore
Reflections of a Londoner

Search as I may
Along the length of the Rhinns
I can find no ugliness
In God’s creation there.

Man has not ventured
Across these sands of time
With his towers of
Revolution’s the solution and might is right – Glass and concrete –
Don’t bother with reason, get in there and fight. All remains sublime.
If you can’t use language use your boot – Beauty is paramount.
If you can’t use reason get in there and shoot. The braes, the lochs,
The glens are as they were
Where did we go wrong, George, in ’84? – Since the first day
What restraining influence can we God’s hand fused the world.
now look for? No ugliness there.
Restraints are off, the reins are loose.
Mass your pickets, shout abuse. A gentle hand it was
That created the sky –
Bear the teeth and twist the jaw – No cumulus to threaten those below
Is this the face of ’84? But gentle cirrus.

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