This is a verse about the differences between those who are from an urban background with their resultant approach to life, and those who are more rural. Even casual observations will show that there are many disparities in the way both view day-to-day existence.

Disparate Notions of Street and Stream

The Burgher clique with their urbane minds

And cloistered blinds with zero time for

Rustic lines, climes, kinds, ignoring signs

That warn of times when schisms rent

The common good, the dream still wrapped in

Shiny, sickly rhyme

A.D.

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