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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Doldrums</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friends!<br>Have you, too, noticed that calm which descends<br>Upon affairs today?<br>Search as we may,<br>The papers have few things indeed to say<br>Of even world affairs, and, as to local,<br>Why, they are hardly vocal.<br>They even lack news of diverting crimes.<br>These be dull times.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even the seething world of politics<br>Where factions mix,<br>And cause, most days, at least some mild commotion,<br>Seem like a placid ocean -<br>Like some blue tropic sea, peaceful and calm.<br>Floored with pink coral, fringed by wavy palm,<br>Where all is gentleness and holy calm...<br>Talking of topics, even Mister Hughes<br>Seems, in these days, steadfastly to refuse<br>To air his views.<br>Nay, he will not<br>Even refer to Mister Watt.<br>Eh, he is far too mild.<br>And, friends, I fear me that we are beguiled<br>By this strange calm, this seeming peace, this bliss.<br>My friends, I - don't - like - this!<br>For<br>In the not too greatly distant yore<br>I've seen it all before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I, my friends,<br>Know well what it portends.<br>The silent politicians, friends, are scheming<br>While we are dozing, dreaming.<br>Seeming to rest from labour, they are busy<br>Thinking until their mighty brains grow dizzy<br>For why, my friends, elections darkly loom<br>Large in the middle-distance, and gaunt Doom<br>Looks down upon them, poised to spring like winking<br>Unless they do some stern and solid thinking . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And does the politician think these days of us,<br>Who seem so precious to him when the fuss<br>And fret of mad campaigning wring his withers<br>What time he blathers<br>Loud of intelligent electors? Yes;<br>I must confess<br>He thinks of us; but never quite<br>As sentient beings yearning for the light;<br>For, friends, he dotes<br>Ever on votes.<br>And, truly, as it was in the beginning<br>(No matter which side happens to be winning)<br>'Tis now, and ever will be just the same.<br>And we shall still be mere pawns in the game . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Voters! For goodness sake,<br>Awake!<br>It's up to you<br>To do<br>Some really serious thinking too.<br>I don't care on which side you mean to vote<br>Peel off the coat!<br>(Indeed, indeed,<br>You may do wonders if you will take heed)<br>Or else - I say it with reluctant lips <br>Remain, as hitherto, just poker chips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Have you, too, noticed that calm which descends
Upon affairs today?
Search as we may,
The papers have few things indeed to say
Of even world affairs, and, as to local,
Why, they are hardly vocal.
They even lack news of diverting crimes.
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