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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Published by Susan on 08/10/2003 (2887 reads)
Alas! the horde of humankind...

Alas! the horde of humankind
    Exist in woe and strife;
They grovel in the grime to find
Necessities of life:
Yet roof and raiment, fire and feed
    Are all their need.

The smug and snug white-collar class
    In which I have been born
Ignore the squalid labour mass
    Or look on them with scorn;
Suburban comfort is their goal,
    Security their soul.

The bloated wealthy of the world,
    Demand of life the best,
Serene in golden languor curled
    They reck not of the rest;
Unheeding of gaunt need they be
    And loll in luxury.

So as I go my middle way
    Between the hoveled ditch,
And lawns of loveliness that gay
    The mansions of the rich,
I wonder - will Man ever see
    Classless Society?


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