<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424937" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dirt Sweeper is Time - Initial Version of Tipping Points</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man has reached a point in time<br>where he must choose before that choice<br>is forced upon him. Few rejoice<br>because the spectral pantomime<br>is faced with closure, cannot mime<br>a role with sense, nor find a voice<br>authentic underneath its grime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Democracy has called the tune<br>since communistic threats appeared.<br>They, proving weaker than first feared, -<br>despite the missions to the moon, -<br>to dust dissolved are. Silver spoon<br>resumes his reign too highly geared<br>to cope with chaos which will soon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sweep the system, branches prune<br>which sturdy seem - soon to be sheared.<br>Enterprise has engineered<br>excesses while the baby boom<br>puts pressure on where once a boon<br>enhancing it was held, revered.<br>Restrictions? - Democratic doom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems dream seams split one by one: <br>Social unrest, confusion, here.<br>There earthquakes, famine. Cracks appear<br>Inevitable. Time trap sprung! <br>Man machineseems out of gear, <br>Economies unbalanced, - fear<br>rampant that our race is run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(8 October 1992)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424937" data-title="Dirt Sweeper is Time - Initial Version of Tipping Points de Jonathan Robin" data-description="Man has reached a point in time where he must choose before that choice is forced upon him. Few rejoice because the spectral pantomime is faced with closure, cannot mime a role with sense, nor find a voice authentic underneath its grime. Democrac..."></div> </div> </div>

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