Not only is the World crazy,
But the Weather's crazy too.
And the Computer, lazy,
Won't tell us what to do!
My computer just received a winter storm warning from the national weather service. Tomorrow is supposed to be hazardous. I am staying off the streets. : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who would have thought the rhyming of LAZY and CRAZY would be the key to understanding our present plight? It seems instead of being aroused to counter-action, we sink back and dither at the keyboard as the World as both the mass of people and the physical planet (the weather) break down (go crazy) . WE need to arouse ourselves the way Blake did through poetry: BRING ME MY BOW OF BURNING GOLD; BRING ME MY ARROWS OF DESIRE; BRING ME MY CHARIOT OF FIRE. Your poem declares the same challenge to today's poets.