EVENING POST
JUBILEE
I took some photos of people with painted faces. A bit different from normal!
The Secret People
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget.
For we are the people of England, that never have spoken yet.
There are many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,
There is many a rich French peasant who is richer and sadder than we.
There is hunger in our bellies, there is laughter in our eyes;
You laugh at us and love us, both mugs and eyes are wet:
Only you do not know us, for we have not spoken yet.
We only know the last sad squires ride slowly to the sea,
And a new people takes the land; and still it is not we.
They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger or honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labours and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
But we are the people of England; and we have not spoken yet.
Smile at us, pay us, pass us. But do not quite forget.
G. K. CHESTERTON
Why not my brothers and sisters, dont we hope and pray, that from this day onwards the world gets better every day. We are the force that with love can make the difference! I believe in us.
Your brother Peter.
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