Author Reynold A. Nicholson The world's abounding filth is shot O'er all its creatures, all its kinds; The evil taint even she hath got Whose loom for her a living finds. Be just and live on earth what can? And none is more unjust than man. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments