An ancient substance,
circling from the sky to the ground,
in its earthly home,
it flows profound.
With a body of jade blue,
twined with occasional rivets of light
it carries the thread of history from before
to now and beyond
traversing milennia worth of night and day.
It holds a captivating and mysterious past
on this tiny blue planet of ours,
in this universe so vast;
time is nothing to it in contrast.
It will remain here.
Far longer than you or I,
indeed far past humans as a whole.
It will stay in its cycle from darkness to light,
a lasting memory, a testament to the Earth.
"It is hard not to write satire," the ancient writer Juvenal wrote almost
2 milennia ago.
The times now mirror almost too well the decline of the Roman empire.
"Panem et circenses" or bread and circuses was his disgust near the end when Romans were distributed free bread and attended bloody spectacles.
Let's see, may be MacDonalds and television could be bread and circuses today!
Bread and circuses has also become a general term for government policies that seek short-term solutions to public unrest.
Yes, Juvenal, it has become just too easy to write satire today!
See my complete essay at www.http://thomasjamesmartin.com/breadcircus.htm
Pulled in every direction
south, north, east and west
I live for your affection
Your cherished caress
Poles may shift and change
Over many milennia
The Earth may blight
Certainty is on my side,
As I hold you tight.
A. Green