history certainly repeats itself
its cycle is vague and mercurial
the stony beast no longer hides
shadows of evil cover the world
failures of the past lie scattered in the desert
the desiccated corpse of the king
rules a dominion of dust
crumbling effigies outlast the empire
again the Sphinx will suffocate beneath the sand
moss covered totems now rot in the jungles
the centuries have washed away the blood
the sacrificial steps of the pyramids have been cleansed by time
tourists whisper of these things and take a photograph
today the tyrants compete for glory
their treasure is easily maintained
extracted from the blood and sweat and tears of slaves
the chains are fabricated from the iron grip of the system
in the east a yellow fog descends
as dogs and old men die along with women and children
politicians puff their chests and pontificate
and nothing changes in this world
each morning a hopeless star rises in the east
and yet no wise men appear on the morning news
the evil moon sinks into the deceit of a dying sea
innocence and salvation's infancy still await
and we give thanks that we survived the night
there is no second coming
our poets shed their tears
and pen a desperate song
recited for the coffeehouse
where no one really hears
~~~~~
On the cycle of evil in the world and the slaughter of civilians in Syria by nerve gas from the Bashar Assad regime. Allusions to William Butler Yeats' The Second Coming are intentional.
Barry, our e-books released through Poets United World-Wide is, in fact, a desperate song, recited for coffee houses, that no one really hears. I wish it wasn't so and that it was required reading for all the pols and powers that be. Tragic!
Even those with celebrity and a microphone are ignored by the powers that be. All the common man or woman can do is vote and protest to the best of their ability.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very thought-provoking write, encompassing the whole history of mankind. With historical references, this poem certainly deserves to go in my favorite list. A super 10.
Thanks Nosheen. Sad that history keeps repeating itself so faithfully.