God save me from the masses
God save me from the crowd
God save me from conforming
To the miserable and cowed.
The Rebel made life free for all
He carved the golden key
And for his pains The Philistines
They hanged him on the tree.
by Oranmore
Lord Oranmore is struck in wonderment at many of the perplexing questions about the world and mankind’s place in it that can be felt by those of a reflective disposition. These uncertainties and other concerns of this institute receive a rapt distillation into words in ‘Sparkling Fountain’.
POEM