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The remnants of civility Are blowing in the breeze Like ribbons of a tattered flag, While--as uprooted trees Be dragged by force of hurricane-- The principles of fairness In discourse are discarded, thrown Appeasement to the furnace.
These soulless men responsible (Who beat their breast for "Christ" An apparition hardly well), Vertiginous and viced, Have made no secret of their game, And furtively stand tall While no one makes the least attempt To bring them to a fall.
They are well-known; their means are known; And if some few are blinded, That so forth no democracy May function, be reminded-- The guilt and shame is huger than The geodesic fact, Yet though the world come crashing down, Someone has got to act.
SOME BEAT THEIR BREAST; SOME DO NOTHING
ReplyDeleteThe remnants of civility
Are blowing in the breeze
Like ribbons of a tattered flag,
While--as uprooted trees
Be dragged by force of hurricane--
The principles of fairness
In discourse are discarded, thrown
Appeasement to the furnace.
These soulless men responsible
(Who beat their breast for "Christ"
An apparition hardly well),
Vertiginous and viced,
Have made no secret of their game,
And furtively stand tall
While no one makes the least attempt
To bring them to a fall.
They are well-known; their means are known;
And if some few are blinded,
That so forth no democracy
May function, be reminded--
The guilt and shame is huger than
The geodesic fact,
Yet though the world come crashing down,
Someone has got to act.