[Repeal The 17th]

For whatever reason this made me think of the poem by
Alfred, Lord Tennyson “The Charge of the Light Birgade”:
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Half a league, half a league, half a league onward,
Into the valley of death rode the six hundred,
Forward, you the light brigade; charge for the guns he said,
Into the valley of death rode the six hundred.

Forward, you the Light Brigade!
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew some one had blundered,
Theirs was not to make reply,
Theirs was not to reason why,
Theirs was but to do or die,
Into the valley of death rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon in front of them,
Volleyed & thundered; stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well, into the jaws of death,
Into the mouth of hell rode the six hundred.
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May God be with them.

[struwwelpeter]

For whatever reason this made me think of the poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson “The Charge of the Light Birgade”:

I was thinking Tennyson the other day while watching TV and seeing the "Anointed One" and his wife discuss bullying while the world burns:

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.