The Ignorant Ones Poem by DM W

The ignorant ones possess the subtlety
Of sledgehammers! They've no sense of culture.
O they praise their own nation's Queen and flag;
Whilst they spit upon unwanted 'foreigners'.
They know nothing beyond their petty tribes.
They are decidely vile of tongue and
Slow of wit. Indeed, they make me feel sick!
They can only converse about sex, beer
And sport. These philistines seem to thrive,
In provincial towns, up and down the land.
They massively outnumber us artists
And poets. That is why I still dream of
Faraway places, where perhaps one can
Just be, and express oneself without fear.