Destiny (Poem)
Fortunes told by the gypsy Tea leaves...
a crystal ball.
The dark and handsome stranger A messenger come to call.
One sits and waits with halted breath To hear those tempting words What looms beyond the present? What secrets has she heard? And does it really matter The oracle's dark brand? Or are we as a single grain Of imperceptibly drifting sand? As long as man...
in "civilized" times Has left the earth in scars, He wants to know beyond the truth Of what his fortunes are.
He seeks a myth or legend, A vision of prophecy To know that that which he yearns Is what the prophet sees.
And should he be so privileged The Fates should hold him dear That well-paid prophet will drone those words The supplicant must hear.
His "destiny"...
his given fate Is christened then with wine, The future but a glistening toy Deserved by him in time.
But what of those less amply blessed Whose moments pass in toil Are they as apt to profit well Without the prophet's foil? Does privilege and "bloodline" Necessitate success And is this so because they say It's "really for the best"?! I think that man...
in origin Did value more each day And not so much for profit Or the gain of margins paid.
He lived upon the bounteous earth In harmony with all As hunter and a gatherer Until the axe did fall.
When "Owners" scraped the rich dark soil And surplus needed storing When "Businessmen" sought markets And profits hence adoring.
No longer then a family Which lived from day to day His services then demanded For less than meager pay.
No longer then a free man, As cities grew in force The hunter's strength was now enslaved And followed different course.
His "destiny" then determined By social caste and wealth As "modern man" emerged in power To live by greed and stealth.
Thus governed by the powerful As religions took their place To both exploit and terrorize These "dregs" of human race.
Once dignified, as ancient man Now, driven to his knees, In order to provide these "Masters" With all that they should please.
And does it really matter...
Where now each man does stand? Or are we as a single grain Of inevitably drifting sand? A Fairy Tale: The organization of "society" necessitates that the titled nobility directs affairs because it is the class that knows best how to do so.
The Truth: Some men would try an see whether it is possible to raise up communities in which all the individuals willingly help to shape their lives, and do so for the benefit of all, not for a privileged few.
a crystal ball.
The dark and handsome stranger A messenger come to call.
One sits and waits with halted breath To hear those tempting words What looms beyond the present? What secrets has she heard? And does it really matter The oracle's dark brand? Or are we as a single grain Of imperceptibly drifting sand? As long as man...
in "civilized" times Has left the earth in scars, He wants to know beyond the truth Of what his fortunes are.
He seeks a myth or legend, A vision of prophecy To know that that which he yearns Is what the prophet sees.
And should he be so privileged The Fates should hold him dear That well-paid prophet will drone those words The supplicant must hear.
His "destiny"...
his given fate Is christened then with wine, The future but a glistening toy Deserved by him in time.
But what of those less amply blessed Whose moments pass in toil Are they as apt to profit well Without the prophet's foil? Does privilege and "bloodline" Necessitate success And is this so because they say It's "really for the best"?! I think that man...
in origin Did value more each day And not so much for profit Or the gain of margins paid.
He lived upon the bounteous earth In harmony with all As hunter and a gatherer Until the axe did fall.
When "Owners" scraped the rich dark soil And surplus needed storing When "Businessmen" sought markets And profits hence adoring.
No longer then a family Which lived from day to day His services then demanded For less than meager pay.
No longer then a free man, As cities grew in force The hunter's strength was now enslaved And followed different course.
His "destiny" then determined By social caste and wealth As "modern man" emerged in power To live by greed and stealth.
Thus governed by the powerful As religions took their place To both exploit and terrorize These "dregs" of human race.
Once dignified, as ancient man Now, driven to his knees, In order to provide these "Masters" With all that they should please.
And does it really matter...
Where now each man does stand? Or are we as a single grain Of inevitably drifting sand? A Fairy Tale: The organization of "society" necessitates that the titled nobility directs affairs because it is the class that knows best how to do so.
The Truth: Some men would try an see whether it is possible to raise up communities in which all the individuals willingly help to shape their lives, and do so for the benefit of all, not for a privileged few.
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