For all of those below Laura Berardi, they are the ones who like to re-write history on their own terms, by leaving out the nasty bits, but wallowing in an unrealistic utopian, self serving, self indulgent view. They are the ostriches with their heads in the sand, the minds who say they use reason, yet are the most unreasonable minds, set on their own whims, desires, and joys of excess. They are the Roman's who killed for amusement and died amusing themselves to death.
THE END IS MISSING!
We believe in the rejection of creeds,
And the flowering of individual thought.
If chance be the Father of all flesh,
disaster is his rainbow in the sky
and when you hear State of Emergency!
Sniper Kills Ten! Troops on Rampage!
Whites go Looting! Bomb Blasts School!
It is but the sound of man worshipping his maker.
Steve, have loved this poem since I read it in a Ravi Zach book.
Am making a motorcycle adventure film in the Indo-Tibet road.
Looking at the difference of Jesus and Buddha.
Would love to use this poem. Possible. Please?
Great perception Steve. Here is my rendition of your very prophetic poem:
http: //www.poemhunter.com/members/mpoems/default.asp? show=poem&poem=9501992
A humorous and accurate appraisal of cultural crisis of right now. Beautifully crafted and an inspiration to another (though non prolific and stumbling) poet.
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