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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365849" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Silvertongue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He came down from the mountainside, <br>His beard was white, his hair was grey, <br>He brought his retinue of priests<br>All buckled in a warlike way.<br>They strode into the village square<br>And said: 'Now listen, everyone, <br>Just gather round, pay heed to him, <br>He's come to warn you - Silvertongue! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His brow was cold, his face was grim<br>And we were silent in his stare, <br>We didn't make a single sound, <br>Stood hushed within the village square.<br>His priests were stood with weapons drawn, <br>Their swords and helmets bore a spire, <br>And on their breasts, the holy sign.<br>The symbol of St. Elmo's Fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am the Word you must obey, '<br>He said, in tones that chilled the soul, <br>'I come with tales of history, <br>Of those who chose the Devil's mould.<br>They brought the wrath of God to bear<br>On humankind, he gave his seal, <br>The one commandment you must share; <br>Man never must invent the wheel! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At that, the clouds of purple gold<br>With lightning lit the mountainside, <br>As if the Lord above had heard, <br>Approved the Word, and then had smiled.<br>The rain that glowed began to fall<br>And lit the corn out in the field, <br>It glowed there in the darkening light, <br>It sparked blue flashes in his beard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In days of old, ' he said, 'they made<br>A pact with him who mocked the rod, <br>He showed them how to make the wheel, <br>They used it then, in spite of God, <br>Their lives revolved on wheels in wheels<br>That ground their flour, that rolled down hills, <br>That made their own fake lightning power, <br>That drove their water driven mills.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'As they grew mighty, God despaired, <br>They built great towers in the sky, <br>Machines that flew them in the air<br>The Devil's transport, by and by, <br>And then the tribes had gone to war<br>Their wheels bogged down in fields of mud, <br>They used the wheel to drive their trains<br>Of slaughter through vast fields of blood.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The end came suddenly, they say, <br>When men designed a thousand suns, <br>They lit the earth as bright as day, <br>Each sun roared like a million guns.<br>The seas reared up and swamped the shore, <br>The cities burned, the people died, <br>Their wheels lay rotting to the core<br>With what was left of human pride! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So you must be just as the Ox<br>And bear your burden on your back, <br>No wheel shall light your daily task, <br>What you can't lift, then you must lack.<br>The man who first designs a wheel<br>Shall surely seek his own reward, <br>To hang upon the willow tree, <br>His wife and child put to the sword! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He left us then, with all his priests, <br>I heard they wandered near and far, <br>They fought with all the mutant beasts<br>Out on the fringe, where land was scarred.<br>But neighbors whispered each to each<br>The words that they had heard that day: <br>'What is this wheel he spoke about? <br>Could life be made less harsh that way? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For months we sweated with the ox<br>That dragged the plough that we would guide, <br>Our furrows slowly curved their way<br>Like ripples through the countryside.<br>My neighbor baulked at all the strain<br>Of ploughing slow, and bleeding hands, <br>'God rot the man! ' I heard him say, <br>'I shall not do what he commands! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took his sons and went to ride<br>Out where the land was burned and black, <br>They took their arrows, and their pride<br>And sought the priest, no turning back! <br>The clouds rolled in all purple gold<br>Down from the heights, I stayed inside, <br>The rain that burned the flesh came down, <br>I heard that Silvertongue had died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My neighbor came back home once more<br>I saw him proudly plough his fields<br>His plough rolled free, not like before, <br>It raced past mine, through clods and weeds.<br>I looked more closely as it passed, <br>And saw some strange thing that he'd done, <br>The plough rolled freely underneath, <br>Upon the skull of Silvertongue! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">4 November 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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