A new take on Blake’s great poem, Jerusalem. What would a divine spirit make of modern England?

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20 January, 2018

Mine Original
And would those feet in modern times And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains unclean: Walk upon Englands mountains green:
And would the Divine Spirit of God, And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England’s monoculture pastures gleam! On Englands pleasant pastures seen!
And would the Countenance Divine, And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth on our barb-wired hills? Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And would a Dreamland get built here, And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Landfills? Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my Barrels of black gold: Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
Bring me every object I desire: Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me, my Army, oil fields you stole! Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my World on fire! Bring me my Chariot of fire!
I will not bow, or Cease to Fight, I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my words sleep from my hand: Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
Until a Dreamland rises from the ground, Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England’s unclean, unpleasant Land. In Englands green & pleasant Land.

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Dreamland by Steve Huckle is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Based on a work at https://glowkeeper.github.io/assets/poetry/Dreamland/.