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