Civilizations come
And civilizations go
A glance at history
Makes that clear
In a flash
And this so-called Western Civilization
Is well past its zenith
Over-ripe to the point
Of rancidity and stench
Its clearly on its way out
And more and more
Matters look like the ending
Will not be a whimper
(in spite of what that damn fool Elliot wrote)
But a rather chaotic violent
Contraction in on itself
I am hoping to be long gone
To a more obscure location
By then
But irrespective of that
I just wonder
Where the breaking point
Will be for those I know
How much will they
Be willing to endure
Before they decide
They have had enough
The theft of assets?
The wanton killing of friends?
What about close family members?
Would you stand idly by
And let them be butchered?
Would you do anything
If they were raped?
Will you just look
The other way
And let it pass?
Well, will you?
Don't tell me your philosophy
Tell me your answer!
And then I'll tell you
What you are.
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