….Is it six, six, six, or the latest electronic trick they’re trying to make stick, or are our heads too thick to stop the next apocalypse. It went from sixes behind our hairlines, to electronic chips in our palms; how many times can it be reinterpreted, it’s since short-circuited, okay I’ll float with this, but we gonna at least need a boat with this, it’s cold, so your emperor is gonna need a coat with this. Is it a single man or woman; maybe the beast is legions of swastika bearing nazis; or does it lurk in the hearts of every man, hiding and biding it’s time to drop bombs, murder and distinct crimes, like standing on the corner selling dimes, made to feel so sublime, but it’s just another crime that gets you use to more crimes. Maybe the beast is a trait that’s too built-in to escape, and it’s just our fate for all times no matter how long that takes, from time and memorial we’ve been beating that war drum, we the beast and we don’t need no symbol, we make each other tremble.
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'Is it a single man or woman;
maybe the beast is legions of
swastika bearing nazis; or does it
lurk in the hearts of every man,
hiding and biding it’s time'
'but it’s just another crime
that gets you used to more crimes.
Maybe the beast
is a trait that’s too built-in to escape,'
(from C. V. Cavafy's Poem
'the Barbarians are coming':
'Why this sudden bewilderment, this confusion?
(How serious people’s faces have become.)
Why are the streets and squares emptying so rapidly,
everyone going home lost in thought?
Because night has fallen and the barbarians haven't come.
And some of our men just in from the border say
there are no barbarians any longer
Now what’s going to happen to us without barbarians?
Those people were a kind of solution.')
how insightfully, Brilliant!
dear Wise poet, thank you!
(I read and learn)
Glad u enjoyed it, but it’s true; we are the barbarians
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