<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The New Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on those younger days<br>when i went up to the high and lonely mountain<br>i wrote about a young emaciated brown girl in the faraway hill<br>thriving on a chunk of muscovado <br>sugar and a handful of off-white steamed rice for breakfast<br>there was no dried fish on the plate of a banana leaf</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i had written about an unjust social order<br>and i dreamed of immediate reforms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was when i too was struggling then<br>over a loss of an identity in the city<br>over a poverty that struck us like a plague<br>of the century</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now things have changed a lot<br>i cannot trace that girl<br>and the place where she once lived had been all erased from the map<br>the road had been closed<br>and the hill flattened to the ground</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i do not long for change anymore<br>my voice has mellowed like a cat with a wriggling fish in its mouth<br>it is silenced by my own social sinfulness<br>this contentment from within <br>because the social order now has fed me well</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have become a man stripped of its restless soul<br>masked and displayed as another useful tool</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=494836" data-title="The New Man de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="1 on those younger days when i went up to the high and lonely mountain i wrote about a young emaciated brown girl in the faraway hill thriving on a chunk of muscovado sugar and a handful of off-white steamed rice for breakfast there was no dried..."></div> </div> </div>

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