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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425350" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hic Jacet the Balance of Power - Acrostic Sonnet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the scene shifts at last, seventy years have past, <br>Only the nuclear threat tempers the joys we feel.<br>Vain seem toil, tears, and sweat, void the noble ideal, <br>Its principles the Past has swallowed. ‘Red’ is dead.<br>Errors were made, and vast, mainly by those who led.<br>There’s an important debt the Future may reveal: -<br>Hopes blossomed, goals were met through suffering and zeal, <br>Enlightened laws were passed, the poor were housed and fed.<br>Remember this forecast when free trade’s ugly head<br>Is raised, do not forget those freedoms which appeal<br>To us were won while yet most could not afford a meal.<br>And shall ‘progress’ outlast the need to butter bread? <br>Grant perspicacity to see how much we owe<br>Employing energy to help Tomorrow grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My thesis: far too fast the tide turns, cog-wheel tread<br>Against ourselves we fête in freedom’s name, - a wheel<br>Yet to unmask teeth, whet its appetite to steal<br>Basic rights still classed inalienable, and thread<br>Ever tighter nets entrapping liberty. We spread<br>Restrictions, chains we set ourselves and no ‘New Deal’<br>Expect. Russian roulette is played in a surreal<br>Gamble with living standards for those unborn, ahead.<br>Risks of atomic blast seem slender, but, instead<br>Ending the soviet may usher brash Bastille<br>That’s harsher than ‘Niet’ to bring mankind to heel.<br>Time’s bet at last is cast, - who’ll win once all is said? <br>Ecosystems now show pollution's jeopardy.<br>Democracy may grow its own worst enemy.</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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Only the nuclear threat tempers the joys we feel.
Vain seem toil, tears, and sweat, void the noble ideal, 
Its principles the Past has swallowed. ‘Red’ is dead.
Errors were made, and vast,..."></div>
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