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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pendulum Rubaiyat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pendulum of history shall swing<br>now to, now fro, pride break or profits bring: <br>thus one ‘should take the current when it serves’<br>for Change is in the air and on the wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The century snails onwards in its slime, <br>or so it seems to those who actions mime<br>as if they were the puppet masters, still<br>strings stay attached to the design of Time. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon we will witness Nature’s thunder hurled.<br>Pandora’s box has menaces unfurled<br>which angry retribution will afford<br>Mankind for the abuses of our world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Convenience converts much truth to fiction<br>outside pure science for what's held conviction<br>acts as a shield protecting ignorance<br>from fears life's one-way ticket, then eviction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Song, sweet today tomorrow wrong, may bring<br>misfortune, tune some other pipers sing, <br>perchance won't sound as sweet as it deserves, <br>shun bells that ring, leave only hands to wring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When doomsday burns in fire or icy rime, <br>who'll care a tinker's curse for prose or rhyme, <br>attention spans grow shorter by the day<br>while dreams forgotten lie in Styx quicklime. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perceptions rarely are sustained, we're whirled<br>willy-nilly, helter-skelter, curled<br>as foetus round our pre-conceptions, bet<br>hedge against deception's underworld.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Minds, blind, swap narrow scope for hopes' prediction, <br>erase discomfort phase by phrase whose diction<br>draws less from facts and more from praising Chance<br>which scoffs at both, ironic valediction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What will remain thereafter of Man's skin<br>shell history, of struggles' loss or win, <br>a potsherd shard? polluted plastic trash? <br>rash who believes he'll outlive cycles' spin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vae victis! history's a partial tale<br>writ by the victors while beyond the pale<br>are exiled vanquished, shadows pale must roam, <br>as all leads to New Rome, avoids dust stale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who terrorist, who freedom fighter fell<br>forgotten down time's plumbless pit, well, well<br>depends upon the way the cookie crumbles<br>enshrined in marble or confined to hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remembered is Forgotten's favoured twin<br>Virtue today becomes tomorrow's sin, <br>while modesty as imprudent or rash<br>is redefined by timeline's litter bin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who heads once called by day by night bawls tail<br>while bubble reputations burst and fail, <br>mirage politicians' honeycomb<br>turn 'fact' to 'fancy' languishing in jail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Value judgements' superficial swell<br>subside, belied by subsequent retell, <br>hidden agenda, vested interest tumbles<br>from pillar falls as ends this verse, farewell! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">7 June 1991 revised 7 September 2008</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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thus one ‘should take the current when it serves’
for Change is in the air and on the wing.

The century snails onwards in its slime, 
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