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Monday, 5 December 2011

The Mark of Servitude

The Mark of Servitude

There is a band
etched in place
around their heads
of the yokel locals
who wore cloth caps
to doff and touch
at local gentry
who’s presence
they graced
that told the master
"We know our place"
The mark of servitude
where the cap did fit
as they doffed and bowed
to the upper crust
in serfdom and bondage
to inbred toffee nosed twits
Yes sir, no sir all day long
with a hand ringing cringe
A bow and a scrape
the folk of those times
had to partake
A cap that left a ring
upon the brow
Sometimes you will see it
Even now

Peter Wicks

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