<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fate's Watershed Awaits Ahead 1722</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who was king, taught all to sing, when Greenland still was green, <br>scoff at the way most homage pay today to progress crowned.<br>Fat profit's ring, its scorpion sting shall strike, spike anguish keen, <br>oh lack a day! Man's lost his way, with motives so unsound.<br>I who foresaw from shore to shore how wonderlust would mean<br>no stone unturned, deserved, ill earned, in search of mirage dreams<br>when rotten core exploits the poor, when little in between<br>extremes is learned, with justice spurned and bridges burned it seems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who remain in etching plain, on bone forever set<br>call all to see that history for vengeance cries aloud.<br>Fate's watershed awaits ahead to help this world forget<br>that man once walked, at nothing balked, to stand out from the crowd, <br>exploiting earth throughout its girth, ambitions daily whet<br>by hubris swank and reasons rank, by ways in which rank proud<br>sought to oppress, yet nonetheless Time, grinning, will not let<br>poor jokes to last, and very fast shall flood man's pride low bowed.</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=425054" data-title="Fate's Watershed Awaits Ahead 1722 de Jonathan Robin" data-description="I who was king, taught all to sing, when Greenland still was green, scoff at the way most homage pay today to progress crowned. Fat profit's ring, its scorpion sting shall strike, spike anguish keen, oh lack a day! Man's lost his way, with motiv..."></div> </div> </div>

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