Made even chillier by one ice storm in (New) York, after another
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
and all the houses and malls in suburbia with no future
were thanks to us and other collective carbon footprints
In the deep bosom of the ocean we buried hurricane
and toxins (mercury, chromium, uranium)
Now are our brows bound with frowns,
Our bruised arms hung up on homes we cannot sell,
Our stern alarums changed to traffic with nothing to go on,
Our dreadful marches to criminal plots and warring thoughts.
Grim-visaged war may smooth our energy ravaged landscape
or worsen it
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
we try to push the plough into Earth like sponge
sucked dry of all its goodness
like the people it nourished
but the people nourished their hearts and minds
on the pornographic delights
of shops
and addictions
and consumption
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
to frighten the families who were wont for love
not money and more stuff
But I, that am shaped for sportive tricks,
made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am not curtailed of this fair proportion,
but nevertheless
Cheated - like you - of a future
by man's dissembling nature,
and governments
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at the world
and I compete with my blogs on anti-war
and honesty as I halt by them,--
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
in the growing, bitter cold
in the growing of the dark knight
in the growing of our common fright..."
 clipped from news.yahoo.com
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