Perverted Progress story poem which became a rant
The bards are dead and none recall
the glory days, when every hall.
Would echo to their epic tales
and hear the news they would regale
The ancient bards were men of law
They were welcomed at every door.
A peasant’s cot or chieftains hall
it made no difference at all.
They were accorded great respect
as arbiters as you’d expect.
These minstrels wise in Brehon Law
and holders of the magic lore.
All men were treated equally
and their decisions seen to be
delivered so impartially.
The way that justice ought to be.
No man could buy their loyalty
They were all that they claimed to be.
Men of prodigious memory
who could judge - impartially.
The rights and wrongs of any cause
and had the power to enforce.
Such was the power of Brehon law
which ruled the land in days of yore.
But time moves on and all things change
invaders come and re arrange.
The world to suit their foreign ways.
The bards refused to sing their praise.
So they were hunted down and killed
This left a gap which would be filled
by lawyers of a different sort.
Corrupt men who could be bought.
By those who had he greatest wealth
Well versed in lies deceit and stealth
Although professing probity.
Behind the scenes where none could see.
These lawyers aided thievery
and favoured those of high degree.
Against the poor but honest men
who had their lands and goods taken.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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