10-04-2013, 04:15 PM
My 9000th post will be a bit of poetry. I wrote this many years ago and unfortunately I find that much of it still stands today... As time goes on nothing really changes I fear.
Optimism
The gods are quiet now. A peace of Sorts
Hangs over all the mien; a Twilight Time.
A host of lies, a little hate contorts,
The social fabric sports its dung and grime.
It’s not unlike the Roaring Twenties were,
Except some more expensive than was then.
The Corporate eccentrics still confer
To shun all blame and make all gain their ken.
The military zealots hold their sway.
The politicians take their “rightful†share.
The men in blue keep tucking men away.
The talented still show their virtue and flair.
Quite soon this twilight time will bow to night
The Sun will rise with World War Three in sight.
Pessimism
It well maybe the gods will come awake
And take a hand in things to put us right.
We’ll have a mighty Islam state,
The Chinese will buy up everything in sight.
A Christian Country will emerge at last
With laws to teach us what is right to hate.
Will outlaw gays and Jesus as in the past
But this time we’ll insure they meet their fate.
The Gods will stake their claims on planet earth,
Divide it up and rule their realms supreme.
No man will hold to wisdom or to worth
No man will strive not even dare to dream.
The laws of Gods enforced by man on all;
Amalgamated Earth, this Godly ball:
Somewhere between these two; a might have been,
Allures me to seek some other when.
Optimism
The gods are quiet now. A peace of Sorts
Hangs over all the mien; a Twilight Time.
A host of lies, a little hate contorts,
The social fabric sports its dung and grime.
It’s not unlike the Roaring Twenties were,
Except some more expensive than was then.
The Corporate eccentrics still confer
To shun all blame and make all gain their ken.
The military zealots hold their sway.
The politicians take their “rightful†share.
The men in blue keep tucking men away.
The talented still show their virtue and flair.
Quite soon this twilight time will bow to night
The Sun will rise with World War Three in sight.
Pessimism
It well maybe the gods will come awake
And take a hand in things to put us right.
We’ll have a mighty Islam state,
The Chinese will buy up everything in sight.
A Christian Country will emerge at last
With laws to teach us what is right to hate.
Will outlaw gays and Jesus as in the past
But this time we’ll insure they meet their fate.
The Gods will stake their claims on planet earth,
Divide it up and rule their realms supreme.
No man will hold to wisdom or to worth
No man will strive not even dare to dream.
The laws of Gods enforced by man on all;
Amalgamated Earth, this Godly ball:
Somewhere between these two; a might have been,
Allures me to seek some other when.