Protest Of Alternative Civilization Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Merrily the Dawn sauntered
as every day

But there was a civilization
that bred and grew at night
blessed kissed and bath
by Oceans of star-light and
sudden winnowing moons...
in the celestial spaces
roamed it arising from
our planet returning back
when Night was passed and
Dawn established a new day
of the old civilization

There was civilization
It read skeletons and ghosts
and shrouds and spirits
It typical animal was the Bat
the Night-Bat
drear and squeaking-lamenting.
There
that be another civilization,
the alternative civilization.

No,
No, no, not wealth, not power,
not dynasties,
not descent and heredity
but the hungry throat
and the broken throat
and the broken things in
the mass universe
that still went on and on
evolving, evolving...
a grey civilization
thought on thought
wave currents circling
through the brain
hitting colliding
shifting, rattling,
shifting and rattling
the Broth of Wisdom rose
abhorring wealth and power
and their ilk:
though it morning, new morning
and
though it was Dawn - see
the larks were still
flirting high in the skies

Away with wealth!
Away with power!
Away! Away with
the whole list of the same
ilk!
Away with examinations!
Make collective education yes
but make her yield
unto the individual search
and thought and produce
intellectual!
A new civilization usher in
Let the other civilization be
but in competition.

The new civilization be of
night
as the old one be of day:
both siblings are
yet separate!

More the Soul than at present
in communion full
with the old woods and trees
and sounds of life:
more with the rumblings
of seas into the bays
and rumblings of the waves
and the seas' roar.

Let civilization new be one of thought,
deep thought,
all times
all places
and works scientific, philosophical,
verse, epic, social sciences...all!
A new civilization usher in
Let the other civilization be
but in competition.

Of monuments of war and squares
let go!
To monuments of the new geniuses
exchange!
Of palaces against hovels
equal housing make for all:
and
let all work, be entrepreneur,
taxation in the glass
of history will go down.

And in the night with shrouds
and ghosts and spirits
roam the cemeteries
awake
the night, the full night
to watch the sudden-falling stars
the flight of moon and bats
and before you witness
the birth of new Dawn.

But there was a civilization
that bred and grew at night
blessed kissed and bath
by Oceans of star-light and
sudden winnowing moons...
in the celestial spaces
roamed it arising from
our planet returning back
when Night was passed and
Dawn established a new day
of the old civilization.
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