10.19.2007

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  1. SOME BEAT THEIR BREAST; SOME DO NOTHING

    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.

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