Wise Weaver Whose Seams Perfectly Vanished - Farewell! Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Wise Weaver Whose Seams Perfectly Vanished - Farewell!



Wise Weaver whose seams perfectly vanished - Farewell!

When ibex rubs fur flank against sharp rocks,
who gathers fallen fleece from steepest slopes?
When promise pales, in fact checked aftershocks
weighed in the balance 'fake news' stifles hopes.
Some, dumb, stitch desolation freedom blocks
by wall five billion tall no antelopes
can jump, pump wells that Nature's wrath unlocks
turn Paradise to desert, world-view myope,
They stifle tolerance as burlesque mocks
humanity's first principles, weave rope
for their own hanging, 'land of free'. in stocks
dissolve dreams under bias' microscope.
Truth's temples, mosques, cathedrals into dust
must crumble, shadow-boxing stumble, rust.

Wise weaver we would learn what will transpire
when Chronos fear's unravel on our earth.
Will waitress Time serve course with dainties, lyre,
Or, tariff choked, swap plentiful for dearth?
Will seamless waft, weft, fade in final fire,
or will we wait, like mammoths, for rebirth
within ice walls unsung by phantom choir,
lost, silent, windless, sunless too, our worth
our empires under rock of ages' mire,
no second servings, dished, with birthright's berth
rewrit to read "poor, needy, must expire
doors closed, with workers furloughed, Justice gagged,
caravan banned by bigotry, dust dragged.

Should, mad, mankind continue as today
to over-crop, to over-fish, explain
Climate Change fake news, what may remain
could well be drowned beneath reef's swirling spray
as tipping points are reached.No time to pray
remains as heat felt, poles melt. Greed for grain
encouraging pollution, won't restrain
imbalance. Causal interplay,
turns paradise to desert by the way,
in ways all must regret as needless pain.
cuts ground beneath dreams' feet while curse of Cain
condemns fair future, wisdom washed away.
As carpetbagger trump pets devil's reign,
unseemly conduct, victor's vice, seem plain.
When ibex rubs fur flank against sharp rocks,
who gathers fallen fleece from steepest slopes?
When promise pales, in fact checked aftershocks
weighed in the balance 'fake news' stifles hopes.
Some, dumb, stitch desolation freedom blocks
by wall five billion tall no antelopes
can jump, pump wells that Nature's wrath unlocks
turn Paradise to desert, world-view myope,
They stifle tolerance as burlesque mocks
humanity's first principles, weave rope
for their own hanging, 'land of free'. in stocks
dissolve dreams under bias' microscope.
Truth's temples, mosques, cathedrals into dust
must crumble, shadow-boxing stumble, rust.

Wise weaver we would learn what will transpire
when Chronos fear's unravel on our earth.
Will waitress Time serve course with dainties, lyre,
Or, tariff choked, swap plentiful for dearth?
Will seamless waft, weft, fade in final fire,
or will we wait, like mammoths, for rebirth
within ice walls unsung by phantom choir,
lost, silent, windless, sunless too, our worth
our empires under rock of ages' mire,
no second servings, dished, with birthright's berth
rewrit to read "poor, needy, must expire
doors closed, with workers furloughed, Justice gagged,
caravan banned by bigotry, dust dragged.

Should, mad, mankind continue as today
to over-crop, to over-fish, explain
Climate Change fake news, what may remain
could well be drowned beneath reef's swirling spray
as tipping points are reached.No time to pray
remains as heat felt, poles melt. Greed for grain
encouraging pollution, won't restrain
imbalance. Causal interplay,
turns paradise to desert by the way,
in ways all must regret as needless pain.
cuts ground beneath dreams' feet while curse of Cain
condemns fair future, wisdom washed away.
As carpetbagger trump pets devil's reign,
unseemly conduct, victor's vice, seem plain.

Saturday, February 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,politics,social comment
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11 January 2019
see Farewell Agha Shahid Ali
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