The Motto Of Capitalism: Enough Is Not Enough - Poem by Anthony Weir
The animal garden
Is now a murder-hole.
Language was always the Labyrinth.
Civilisation is striving, spurning
mass graves and marble tombs,
wonderful wine and no-one to drink it with
but the Black Riders
the achievers, civilised dealers
in death, machine-mad
half-controlling the machine.
They are the forms of desire
(suppression of grace, the soul's death)
stencils of men,
teeth in the maw
of perpetual war
against Nature and grace
as the planet of pain and vainglory
hurtles through space.
Comments about The Motto Of Capitalism: Enough Is Not Enough by Anthony Weir
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye