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Civilisation |
Will there be no more bells
Singing out, with their great brazen mouths,
The liberation of cities?
Will there be no more clocks
Gently clicking through measured lengths of gravity,
And ringing in the hours?
Will there be no more living,
In beautiful places under the sky,
Together, more or less?
Or just the refined bestiality
Of the black tower, amaze with electric veins,
Phallic fetish of world Power worship;
Community come to mean no more
Than a mess of lonely people, gazing
At their eternal television sets?
Shut it down! Switch it off!
Blank the screens and mute the speakers!
Free yourselves from the brimstone choking
Of the black, forever burning
Beneath the altar of Power almighty!
The wind, the sun, the earth, the water
Still live, still breathe, and recreate themselves
In the necessary cycle of life.
We must go with them, and go gladly,
For the choice we are given is no choice:
And the Lord said - behold!
I have set before you this day the choice
Between Good and Evil;
Between Life and Death.
Do Me a favour – choose Life!
copyright 1999
Martin
Lewis |
