Of the Greeks, Olympus, Blindness of Modern Man
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,
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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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