Well, yesterday actually. Ended up reading Shelley on the flight yesternight as the boy was busy working away on his laptop. I remember reading this poem long long ago somewhere in a English textbook back in God's own country(where else?). What a strange coincidence and how ironical that I came across this poem again yesterday. Here are some lines from Song to the Men of England :
Have ye leisure, comfort, calm,
Shelter, food, love's gentle balm?
Or what is it ye buy so dear
With your pain and with your fear?
The seed ye sow another reaps;
The wealth ye find another keeps;
The robes ye weave another wears;
The arms ye forge another bears.