THE WORLD IS FLAT AFTER ALL
Dubbed Democracy, it used to be
top of the line, the lead ship, at sea,
and on the land it served us well,
until the strains of its death knell
fell,
baring an underbelly swole
with all the pilfered things they stole
in broad daylight, and on t.v.!
Gone is the half-belief in he
who’ll take us safely to the shore
while staying steadfast to the core.
The compass nestles in the deep
while those on board remain asleep.
They used to say the earth was round,
that right makes might, but I found
that all I knew I now know not,
nor how to tell the truth from rot,
and not so sure that we’ll endure,
to make a safe arrival.
Nan Francisco Goya. 1700’s
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Oh my. I thought this was a contemporary poem until I got to the end. I suppose we have survived terrible leaders before. That gives me hope that we’ll survive them once again.
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Sorry, I wrote it. Goya did the art work. My bad.
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Ah… Well it was a wonderful poem by you then. 🙂 (I guess I should have been surprised that Goya wrote poetry. Ha ha)
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I am smiling.
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I’ve always loved that work by Goya. A timely re-posting indeed.
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On follow up: You wrote the poem? It’s brilliant!
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The image did seem to fit…
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