When 'not much left exists in right'
meets 'little right in left',
all weft no warp,
all warp no weft,
no weave appears in sight.
But every now and then detected,
a pulse of left in right,
a flash of right in left:
'There's the breach I hoped, expected;
the exception proves the rule:
full fathom five no fellow lies
full-on right-wing fool,
full-on left-wing tool.'
Follow-on from my poem 'Doug's Peach'.
Partly inspired by Q&A debate between Cardinal Pell and Richard Dawkins on 9.4.2012.
... and when all coal seam wells are empty and the soil and water dies, sustanance failed on Old Money Grubbers sold off station, that's where the dead end lies. No left or right, nor up or down, that's where the toxins lie, out with exhausted short term gains, that's where they buried the lies. Out where greed massacred for black fossils' essence, that's where food security died. Out beyond short term political self interest, that's where the lands' care died. In a land bereft of political stewardship, that's why the dead men lie. Mr Barcroft Boake we'll take that as a comment, that's where the debate must die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That would have been an engrossing debate to see, as I have read Dawkins's books and seen him on You Tube, promoting atheism and science. A glowing poem captures the moment.