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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Global Idol Idyll - 0973 - Current Version</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What were priorities of yesterday? <br>Subsistence fraught with much fragility, <br>man's coil unshuffled soon, as end of play<br>stem cut from rose bloom, life-expectancy<br>short, caught in superstition cowled in grey, <br>or shaman stripping Easter Island's tree.<br>Fee none avoid when piper waits on pay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mistakes men made are coming home to roost.<br>A la recherche du temps perdu most flee<br>too little energy remains to boost.<br>Vision absent, in new century, <br>this global village veers off script: see Proust.<br>Pollution, pillage, menace land and sea, <br>as 'havoc and the gods of war' are loosed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We flee towards an end both known, unknown, <br>here straight, there stony, seldom seem in key, <br>follow a path which our own past has sown, <br>what city_zen's in tune with Destiny? <br>Faith's sculptured cyphered symbols should be shown<br>to hold lost truth ruthless modernity<br>has cast away, wind willy-nilly blown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Volcanic, Mother Nature Iceland fires, <br>Frost's 'Fire and Ice' combine to offer clouds<br>no silver lining, scorches most desires, <br>unemployment offers idle crowds<br>whose idol 'I'm_material' requires<br>waste for the sake of waste till ash-cloth shrouds<br>bury dopes' hopes as role control backfires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some look for truth, if truth there be, yet wait<br>on chance, advance, just motives undermined, <br>seek miracle that must emancipate<br>the will to change, new open outlook find.<br>Too many fool themselves, prevaricate, <br>toil, trouble, hubble-bubble trail behind<br>berate self-blindness few eliminate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But fear of fear too often dissipates<br>both sense and inner sensitivity, <br>impressions outlined by the hand that Fate's<br>swift moving finger writes for clarity, <br>then senseless seem priorities, debates, <br>when blind eye's turned by grovel vanity, <br>and vested interest pride of place vacates.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No writing on the wall anticipates<br>decline and fall, can versatility<br>sidestep, swim from, storm maelstrom tumbling dates<br>from palm oasis in whate'er degree, <br>to save man's game Time's tide can terminate.<br>Mistakes are made as visibility<br>is lacking, insight dawning far too late.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's none so blind as those who will not see, <br>for actions much delayed must compromise<br>success where false excuse is found to be<br>but ruse refusing acts where fact supplies<br>evidence of misuse, humanity<br>manipulates heedless to blue planet's cries, <br>extracts from Nature's generosity. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hope for true scope, with insights wise obeyed, <br>is countered by misMANagement, strife sore, <br>shadowy lack of confidence displayed<br>behind bluff mask, aggression, rifled store, <br>MAN_'tis game regardless idols preyed<br>proves riddle rarely idyll, unjust law<br>spurns common weal, would Fate's spun ignore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid<br>both silver spoon and slum lie dumb, stilled tune<br>divorced from light by self-inflicted shade, <br>with passing sigh to signify too soon<br>in contradiction to lip-service paid<br>no generation's proved its acts as boon<br>throughout Earth's girth through time, man's vain parade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What's left, sewn through waft-weft of life's rapports, <br>suffers from fear of Death's amoral spade, <br>learns no lessons, prudence spurns, tooth, claw, <br>enjoys its self-destruction, hand out-played, <br>serves not, rots vision clear, fears what's in store, <br>yet errors unmended leave man's world afraid<br>as progress is divorced from natural law.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today's priorities tomorrow fade, <br>dissolve distorted by Time's tug of war.<br>turn sour before their zest to rest is laid.<br>What all important seemed one day before, <br>incorporated into causal braid, <br>is dropped for gain immediate, more! more! <br>is trumped with basic instincts disobeyed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When karmic candle hour's done, rich and poor, <br>pomp, power, cower, race, pace, trace forgotten, <br>darkness enshrouds all, Nature's shutters draw<br>a blind, close up close down man ill-begotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(11 April 2010)</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>
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Subsistence fraught with much fragility, 
man's coil unshuffled soon, as end of play
stem cut from rose bloom, life-expectancy
short, caught in superstition cowled in grey, 
or shaman stripping Easter Island's t..."></div>
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