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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gods Of The Copybook Headings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,<br>I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.<br>Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall.<br>And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn.<br>That water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:<br>But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision, and Breadth of Mind,<br>So we left them to teach the Gorilas while we followed the March of Mankind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,<br>Being neither clud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market-Place;<br>But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come<br>That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch.<br>They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch.<br>They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings.<br>So we worshiped the Gods of the Market Who promiced these beautiful things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promiced perpetual peace.<br>They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.<br>But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,<br>And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'Stick to the Devil you know.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promiced the Fuller Life<br>(Which started by loving our neighbor and ended by loving his wife)<br>Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,<br>And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'The Wages of Sin is Death/'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,<br>By robbing selective Peter to pay for collective Paul;<br>But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,<br>And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'If you don't work you die.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tounged wizards withdrew,<br>And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to belive it was true<br>That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four---<br>And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man---<br>There are only four things certain since Social Progress began:---<br>That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her mire,<br>And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;<br>And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins<br>When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,<br>As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,<br>The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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