The Design and Bed of Our Penal Colony [Today's News Poem, April 4, 2010] http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/04/design-and-bed-of-our-penal-colony.html “There have been more than 3,000 murders of Afrikaner farmers in remote homesteads like this since the end of apartheid 16 years ago.” --BBC, 18:58 GMT, Sunday, 4 April 2010 19:58 UK http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/8602967.stm “With an attitude of respect and concern for other beings, we can create an atmosphere of happiness, real harmony and real brotherhood.” --The Dalai Lama, Twitter, about 12 hours ago via web as of 2:38pm PST
White power sleeps and never dies, It simply make a compromise. To pause the never-ending war. The other races seek to score In turn. The tribal instinct stays, For human beings will never stray Too far from those they think as kin. The eye, it lies. They think the skin Has deeper bonds than blood they share. The science (if you must compare) Confirms that which one ought expect To hear from self when ones reflects On totems; such as anger, rage. Unless one seeks to self-engage And not excuse the whim or gene With reason—with our great machines— Unless we make an atmosphere Of harmony, we make the gears Of something that will evermore Both dig and fill the earth it scores.
The Design and Bed of Our Penal Colony [Today's News Poem, April 4, 2010]
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“There have been more than 3,000 murders of Afrikaner farmers in remote homesteads like this since the end of apartheid 16 years ago.”
--BBC, 18:58 GMT, Sunday, 4 April 2010 19:58 UK
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/8602967.stm
“With an attitude of respect and concern for other beings, we can create an atmosphere of happiness, real harmony and real brotherhood.”
--The Dalai Lama, Twitter, about 12 hours ago via web as of 2:38pm PST
White power sleeps and never dies,
It simply make a compromise.
To pause the never-ending war.
The other races seek to score
In turn. The tribal instinct stays,
For human beings will never stray
Too far from those they think as kin.
The eye, it lies. They think the skin
Has deeper bonds than blood they share.
The science (if you must compare)
Confirms that which one ought expect
To hear from self when ones reflects
On totems; such as anger, rage.
Unless one seeks to self-engage
And not excuse the whim or gene
With reason—with our great machines—
Unless we make an atmosphere
Of harmony, we make the gears
Of something that will evermore
Both dig and fill the earth it scores.
http://toylit.blogspot.com