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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Of The Greeks, Olympus, Blindness Of Modern Man And the modern Gods laugh poisoning wells While their blinded throngs hide under sad stones From the deepest pits come magical spells To birth new sins from which we must atone Blackness, its powers hold billions as slaves As this world races towards its near doom Freed from old chains by sleeping in new graves We marvel at our spacious new room. Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right? Pride, our deep arrogance gifts us with blight! What say you, of wisdom sent ages ago Philosophers, artists to this world gave Does such not deliver truth, yet still glow Of essays, sermons authors in their graves Dare we -yet in stone-blindness- we so dare Ignore with the vanity of lost fools Toss such treasure away without care Dance in darken pits, swim in dank cesspools. Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right? Pride, our deep arrogance gifts us with blight! Should this poet wonder, were those Gods fled Far off realm, a hidden cosmos to reign After in cruel darkness this world so bled Leaving we mortals, wallowing in pain Alas! Such dares not speak about it all How in abject darkness we bow to greed Built our tall castles with decaying walls Because we know our failings, our great needs! Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right? Pride, our deep arrogance- gifts us with blight! Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
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