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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Motor Car</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The motor car is sullen, like a thing that should not be;<br>The motor car is master of Smart Society.<br>’Twas born of sweated genius and collared by a clown;<br>’Twas planned by Retribution to ride its riders down.<br>And straight for Caesar’s Column,<br>It runs to Caesar’s Column,<br>Last section, Caesar’s Column<br>To ride its riders down!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The motor car is shame-struck, for greed and misery,<br>For mad and hopeless self-lust, and the sins that need not be.<br>The motor car is vicious, for its conscience makes it so,<br>It aye would smash the victims while it runs the riders low.<br>And straight for Caesar’s Column,<br>Its goal is Caesar’s Column,<br>It longs for Caesar’s Column<br>To lay its riders low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The motor car is maddened like a horse that’s had a fright,<br>The shameful day behind it and the Coming of the Night!<br>It flees across the country and it flees back to the town<br>And straight for Caesar’s Column to run its riders down.<br>And straight for Caesar’s Column,<br>What ho! for Caesar’s Column!<br>Hurrah! for Caesar’s Column!<br>To seal its riders down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The motor car is reckless like a gambler losing fast;<br>The motor car’s in terror of the Future—and the Past;<br>The motor car is worn out and has passed Sin’s boundary by,<br>And is bound for Caesar’s Column where to pile its riders high.<br>It’s bound for Caesar’s Column<br>And marked for Caesar’s Column,<br>And doomed for Caesar’s Column<br>To pile its riders high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The motor car is brainless, and scornful of all tears,<br>Its dust is in our faces, its giggle in our ears,<br>Its harsh laugh is the last laugh of the last lost soul alone,<br>’Tis nearing Caesar’s Column to set self-damned in stone.<br>Change here for Caesar’s Column!<br>All out for Caesar’s Column!<br>Past Hope—and Caesar’s Column<br>To lodge self-damned in stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don’t know how ’twill happen, or when ’twill come to pass,<br>But folk shall yet pass sanely by river, tree and grass;<br>By homesteads and farm wagons, they’ll ride each pleasant mile,<br>And back from Caesar’s Column where the world went mad awhile.<br>And back from Caesar’s Column<br>With lessons from the Column;<br>Grown sane at Caesar’s Column<br>To save the world awhile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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The motor car is master of Smart Society.
’Twas born of sweated genius and collared by a clown;
’Twas planned by Retribution to ride its riders down.
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