J for June - Jerusalem

A little corner of England's green and pleasant land, with a dark satanic mill thrown in.

People will always argue over the interpretation of the poem - I like this one:

Blake observed the propertied classes crush down those beneath them in the name of national interest. Hence, this is a poem of struggle for human ..... identity.

No arguing the beauty of the world around us though.

A bonkers tune that just happens to mention the word ancient.