turn turn turn
Was rereading chandybass's arguments against my post on IT. Dredged up an old poem that I wrote in a state of mine (or for the non taaq-fans, state of mind) similar to the one that gave birth to the post. It's called turn turn turn.
For forty years,
I turned forever to the left.
But people died, when rains failed
and bridges collapsed. All the while,
The big folk slept well and ate cake—
The little folk had not even bread.
So last year, I turned to the right,
And people still fell dead.
We couldn’t keep our swords sheathed,
And our tridents needed the use.
The big folk built fortresses, and hired guards—
The little folk burnt well, like dung cakes.
How many times must I keep turning?
Every way I flip the coin, it burns holes
in hearts and in pockets.
There are more of us now than before,
And yet we can do so little.
Which way should I turn?
For forty years,
I turned forever to the left.
But people died, when rains failed
and bridges collapsed. All the while,
The big folk slept well and ate cake—
The little folk had not even bread.
So last year, I turned to the right,
And people still fell dead.
We couldn’t keep our swords sheathed,
And our tridents needed the use.
The big folk built fortresses, and hired guards—
The little folk burnt well, like dung cakes.
How many times must I keep turning?
Every way I flip the coin, it burns holes
in hearts and in pockets.
There are more of us now than before,
And yet we can do so little.
Which way should I turn?
posted by RTP | 10:15 AM
5 Comments:
There's no where to turn man. I say we keep running along until the implosion occurs.
those who keep running without turning are apt to run into brick walls and damage their own noses
... and we'll become another brick in the wall
One-two from the married 'uns!
its all about turning towards what you really believe in!!!!!!!!!
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