Someone once famously said
Man had seven ages
This could certainly be said
of Woman, or any living thing
a tree, a fish, a muskrat
or deer
Dear we hold the nation which too
has seven ages and
returns to the first to die
Countries, states, empires and alliances
come and go each in their turn
but the world is not the stag
stage, rather- stage.
Maybe it is.
it is the farm that thrives on
the compost of what starts
(Nation) building blocks
budding- an idea, a belief, a faith
that gives way to a system
that at first despises the thought of
hard work, labour, sacrifice that lies ahead
only to find resolve and determination
right before talking itself into
blind selfishness, violence, aggression
that stamps out everything before
fears of retribution come alive
and that's just to announce the age of
moderation, consideration,
reconciliation and forgiveness
These arise and become the currency
presented to others only to find
redeemable- redemption-in ridicule,
scorn and loathing. At last
there's the return to values
- some old some new-
to new ideas or old ideas, chaotic visions,
fantasies, wishes, aspirations,
frantic delusional take me seriously
thoughts, beliefs, that promise to fix,
this time strangely, sans the fire,
all that went wrong, all that paved
the march, to the pyre.
Finally someone figured out the Bard (Shakespeare) on what he meant
Kerouac and his circle of literary giants would be most pleased with this masterpiece. Another absolutely stunning work! M.J., you never disappoint!
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Great poem. Out of all this the most dangerous state is the state of being a frantic delusional, when the building blocks that are suppose to come together to build a nation just aren’t there.
Thank you so much, Savita. And indeed you make a great point. The more the blocks are not there, the more the effort to build seems to overwhelm and overtake the energies and efforts of the state...
This reminds me of the idea that civilizations are cyclical, that like nature everything has a pattern of birth, growth, erosion and decay, all socities are not immutable immortal, even values become corrupted. I like the thought of moderation and consideration being the balance force that may halt the decay. Just wish more people would listen to words of reason. Wonderful work M.J.!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
frantic delusional take me seriously / thoughts, beliefs, that promise to fix, / this time strangely, sans the fire, / all that went wrong, all that paved the march, to the pyre. - - -> this is the way poetry is supposed to be written! ! ! With power, flow, depth, and a touch of mystery to keep it eternal. 10+++++++++ and onto my fav list