Monday, March 21, 2011


A foot falls faster now
like the prow
of an approaching vessel

A heart beats frailer now
in the chest
of a dying people

Those that will not bow, now
to their demanding mistress
their defiance is

what we all want
but fear the most
They will fall, now
In the path
Of that unending host

And wear a shroud of scorn, now
While they burn
On the pyre of progress


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