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POETRY: A MIRROR OF THE WORLD - Coggle Diagram

- - - - Ancients
        
        Open and transparent discussion
  - - - migrant worker
      - describes as someone in flight and fleeing
- - - - Masque of Anarchy
        
        Next came Fraud, and he had on, Like Eldon, an ermined gown; His big tears, for he wept well, Turned to millstones as they fell.
        
        I met Murder on the way; He had a mask like Castlereagh; Very smooth he looked, yet grim; Seven blood-hounds followed him.; All were fat; and well they might; Be in admirable plight,; For one by one, and two by two,; He tossed them human hearts to chew; Which from his white cloak he drew.
        
        As I lay asleep in Italy, There came a voice from over the Sea, And with great power it forth led me, To walk in the vision of Posey.
      - A Song: "Men of England"
        
        Sow seed–but let no tyrant reap: Find wealth–let no impostor heap: Weave robes–let not the idle wear: Forge arms–in your defense to bear.
        
        Rise like lions after slumber; In unvanquishable number; Shake your chains to earth like dew; Which in sleep had fallen on you; Ye are many-they are few
        
        If you remain active and passive, you chain yourselves. This tradition lasted for a long time in England.
      - revolutionary genius
    - - The Widow at Windsor
        
        “‘Are you ‘eard o the Widow at Windsor, With a hairy gold crown on ‘er ‘ead? She ‘as ships on the foam–she ‘as millions at ome, An’ she pays us poor beggars in red. (Ow, poor beggars in red!)
        
        Then ‘ere’s to the Widow at Windsor. An’ ‘ere’s to the stores an’ the guns, The men an’ the ‘orses an’ what makes up the forces, ‘O Missis Victorier’s sons. (Poor beggars! Victorier’s sons!)
    - - Oh East is East and West is West, The hireling minstrel cried. But I observed with interest, Bridges across that great divide
    - - Arab children, Corn ears of the future, You will break our chains, Kill the opium in our heads, Kill the illusions
        
        Arab children, Don’t read about our suffocated generation, We are a hopeless case. As worthless as a watermelon rind.
        
        Don't read about us, Don’t ape us. Don’t accept us, Don’t accept our ideas, We are a nation of crooks and jugglers.
        
        Arab children, Spring rain, Corn ears of the future, You are the generation, That will overcome defeat
    - - Living is no laughing matter; you must live with great seriousness, like a squirrel for example--I mean without looking for something