May 22, 2011
There are things in life I have not done And many that I still must do And things I wish I had not done But past is past and there are few Who can unravel the skeins of time. That aside, the future glows Bright with promise, a golden age Now dawns and slowly wisdom grows Though destruction seems our just reward, Catastrophe on catastrophe Volcanic fires and quakes that kill; Earth, a living entity Will not condone man's abuse Of the sacred trust vouchsafed to him Her energies now let loose Seem to augur man's demise, Til he has paid the price of greed. A new world from the old shall rise And the age of Kali soon recede.
Poems Undated (1727)
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