Full Circle Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

The world, two hundred years ago,
was held in thrall to pall of war
with many victims. Few foresaw
the outcomes chosen by Time's flow.
Crisis economic stop and go
the present highlights more and more
what yesterday men might adore
tomorrow burns, reactions blow
away old idols, insult throw
on injury, swift finding flaw
with past traditions. What's in store?
What's hidden from the will to know?
The wheel full circle turns, closed door
frustrates week's weak, creates piqued poor.

(4 December 2008)