Course Correction

You have apologized to the world Now apologize to me For I did not give a swine my pearl Nor put sugar in the sea What this house on old foundations The thinking group domain What is a beginning without inventions Where is the new path of pain? We hear and hear again the old trifle Our labor's profit squandered Before our eyes, the stare of the rifle There some sage has blundered Only God can fall rain from the top, Or sun's milk breasting leaves We must grow things bottom up The seedless sod the world bereaves. I did not cry in shackle or in chain Nor for the strangers whip But O Cain, how bitterly I weep again From every speech there falls another drip.