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The city seems so quiet In early morning sun. Towers sprout on the skyline Like a fist in the air Unfolding its fingers One by one. Beware those who believe 2 Beware those who live like kings 3 Beware those who assume |
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‘Ye are many, they are few’ The Cap of Liberty rising. You couldn’t move for people – So close their hats were touching. Horses, muskets, sabres, Ready, waiting, watching. Beware those |
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If it’s power versus people The chance of peace looks thin. Fife bands, banners, soldiers – So many caught between. If it’s nail versus hammer, Who do you think’s going to win? Beware those who build walls 6 Forgive us who make monuments |
Poet-in-Residence Manchester Cathedral