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A Cold and Pitiless Wind
A cold and pitiless wind moves among us, A current of current rising from epochs old. Can we sleep serenely and without fear when Amid stirrings of horse's hoofs he smiles? Beneath primordial moons deviously does plot, Time is of no value, eternity has evolved. Without the ticking sound of the life's clock, Snorting Arabian steed's anxious for the fight. Poised on every shore, peering into windows, O, so stealthy, when at last the moon has hid. And the tide washes up, deposits combatants, They come, by air, luxury liner, banana boat. By the soles of their feet, souls of their God, Like residue from a growing, fanatical storm. What blood moves through these warriors, Which provokes bloodlust as easily as a smile? He is there, over there, here too, right here, Where the children are at play with yesterday's Values, yesterday's view, yesterday's excitement? When the tongue and eyes of the ancient ones Speak softly, gazing upon the long awaited prize. The thundering of million's of hoofs let loose, Neighing a battle cry to the dead, silent old ones. And we, well we go about our business of sanity, Thinking we are good, we are clean, we laugh. Calmly we do leave the doors and the windows Ajar for our visitors who are now neighbors, To finish the ancient martyr's settling of scores.
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