POEMS OF THE ECUMENICAL HUMANIST CIRCLE
Copyright April 2003
2. Anna M. Furdyna
1. 2000 A D
2. Galactic Terror
3. Suffer the Children
4. Earth-Song
5. Planned Pestilence
6. Invocation
7. Poison Wars
8. Circle
9. Secular Humanists
10. Prayer for Slaves
11. Teacher by the Wayside
12. Evolution Progression
13. Conjugal Inventions
14. Teacher Revealed
15. John the Seer
16. The Steward
17. Flowers
18. Humanist Enlightenment
19. Material Joys
20. Resurrection
21. Byzantine Holy Mary
22. African Child in Famine
23. Violets
24. Torture Victims’ Advocate
25. The CEO
26. Pink Dogwood in April
27. The Spring
28. Pied Piper
29. The Living Blues
30. Picture of the Artist as an Old
Man
31. Mountains
32. The Judas Tree
33. Regulus Regulus
34. Psalm for Enlightenment
35. The Psychotic
36. The Delta Point
37. On War and Terror
38. The Rose of Peace
39. Mary as Example for Women
40. Bravery of Evolution
41. Abou Ben Adhem Revisited
42. The Dogs of War
43. The Making of an Evolutionist
44. The First John
45. Hegemonic Isolationism
46. The Cottage
47. Nooner the Liberator
48. The United Nations Upheld
49. The Academy
50. Plaint for Africa
POEMS OF THE ECUMENICAL HUMANIST CIRCLE
Anna M. Furdyna
1. 2000 A D
The Teacher walked the shore alone
in thought his Reason would inflame
men that emerged by pitted stone,
to make them go on in his Name.
Reason as property of Law
is issue in sidereal time
when large-brained apes at will withdraw
care of the species raised from Slime.
He knew the sand beneath his feet
was base uncertain for the Word
for he had witnessed men repeat
the raging of the rampant herd.
And yet he held the leaven-seed
once cast upon the cosmic fold
would fail and falter, but still breed
into a universe untold.
Meanwhile, however, it was sure
that eons would elapse before
in which man’s folly would mature
against the Mind upon the shore.
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2. Galactic Terror
Nuclear Menace on this Earth
poised to the heavens up above
where life may teem in tender birth
engendered by supernal Love,
Nuclear Menace on our world--
here nations cowering survive
the spawn of hatred to be hurled
against what’s greening and alive,
Nuclear Menace that prevails
despite true conscience of true Men
while human reason tries and fails
to stem the tide of deadly ken,
Nuclear Menace damning all
that lives and flourishes in Man--
May we ignore Its dreadful call
while still the chance is that we can.
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3. Suffer the Children....
The Teacher’s Love of children born
to hardship and unloving ways
like weeds that hide amid the thorn
gives them to God in pleading praise.
The Teacher’s sorrow for the lot
of those who died in their ordeal
is grief compassion has begot
which no forbearance can conceal.
The Teacher’s anger at their fate
cries out to heaven from his pain
for rescue which had come too late,
for succor which had been in vain.
He casts about to see the Light,
to know the human mind inside,
to see what dolor can incite,
to understand why they had died.
For all abuse and all neglect
of nascent life so small and frail
must make us see in retrospect
the roots of woe that make men fail.
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4. Earth-Song
Globe bedecked and flower-laden
in the wilds that still remain,
pristine as a radiant maiden
warmed by sunlight, washed by rain,
let us not lay waste and ravage
to your scintillating shores.
Let us not be gross and savage
doing wrong that nought restores.
We were given you in keeping,
in our stewardship and care.
It is grapes of wrath we’re reaping
when we lay your treasures bare.
May we learn to keep restoring
what we have usurped this day
by our spoilage, by our warring,
may we all our harm repay.
May we see you to your healing
and your new convivial song,
all your joyous life revealing
which was hidden for so long.
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5. Planned Pestilence
Lazarus, his pain and torment
borne upon the desert plain,
never knew what plague as war meant,
man-engendered and insane.
At our time--the age of terror
by device of such a threat--
it is not through nature’s error
we see men this Bane beget.
Now they go on life despising
wanton in their ghastly greed
to see carnage enterprising
from Black Death they’d try to breed.
May we find the strength enduring
to win over their resolve
so that we’ll be true Men during
time in which they can evolve.
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6. Invocation
Teacher, may we reach the center
of what we can be inside
grant that with you we might enter
into thought that ranges wide
Grant that deep within our being
we will find your Self to be
the true power of Love’s seeing
making mind and action free.
May this sapient action raising
spirit that involves all Men
make us humans worth of praising.
We’ll be with you always then.
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7. Poison Wars
Poisons that would kill and maim
wrought in secret by deceit
of those men that play a game
thinking they are death’s elite,
will make Men on Earth arise
to end all such foul intent.
For it’s Life we will to prize.
We won’t have it grossly spent.
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8. Circle
When we join with other Men
to do justice to our Kind,
it is Love we harbor then
in our common heart and mind.
We are creatures who were born
to be one another’s joy
as an aura we have worn
that no darkness can destroy.
We believe that we are strong
when together we prevail
to defend, to right the wrong
and to cherish all we hail.
For we’re human, one and all,
made of common earthen clay.
Even though we rise and fall
it’s our Love that wins the Day.
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9. Secular Humanists
Those who do not see above
any Spirit for their Light
still attain to Human Love
that is sentient, keen and bright.
They reveal a true esprit
of what’s just in Man’s domain
and they always hold as free
faith that others entertain.
It is many of their kind
that will read the Prophets’ writ
saying that it’s there they find
what for Men of Earth will fit.
Some think Jesus was a sage
in the way that nature made,
who could by his thought engage
men he countered unafraid.
They will always thus belong
among those whose faith lives on,
both together and both strong
in the part they each have done.
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10. Prayer for Slaves
Great God Eternal in your Might
visit each blighted shaming shore
where slaves toil daily, news so trite
we never hear it any more.
Visit the children, chained or bound
sold by their parents, destitute,
where gruesome misery is found.
Visit all sites of ill repute.
Visit the beaten and the ill,
the worn to premature demise.
No one has given them their fill.
No one has seen their stricken eyes.
Great God, be with them as you can
for we have not the outrage yet.
We won’t be Men, but merely man.
Help us refuse now to forget.
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11. Teacher by the Wayside
The Teacher seated, contemplating,
his head upon his nesting hand,
the crown of thorns as yet awaiting
for what the mob won’t understand,
is like the Buddhist monks of old,
yet bound for action, bold and free
in Love’s insurgence to behold
as great heroic panoply.
The ages sing to him in fleeting
the lessons he taught men to find
when it is Truth that they’d be meeting
to satisfy the raptured mind.
His host goes marching on the plains
where all Life’s future will unfold.
His Teaching ever yet remains
growing in splendor manifold.
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12. Evolution Progression
When we set out upon our way
to find the sense of every thing
it will be Faith that comes to stay
with all the thought that it will bring.
When we unite as Men, alive
to all that we can come to be,
it will be Hope that we’ll revive
in our own common Destiny.
When we take action to reveal
what we would do for Everyman
it is to Love we will appeal
and Love shall show us that we can.
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13. Conjugal Inventions
Inventions of the agile mind
that quickens in the grand melee
will go the distance and there find
delight to savor, come what may.
From stuff of nothing they will spin
to shine and dazzle any way.
It pays to let the piper win
his jingle-coin and his parley.
Inventions of two agile minds
that spirit all the woes away
and hold aloft the tie that binds
make for such joyous roundelay !
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14. Teacher Revealed
The Teacher’s grace and great elan,
the true expression of his wit,
could win the sentient to a man.
He never made ado of it.
For he revered the lowly men
of breed and manner that were coarse--
he was straightforward with them, then,
made simple dealings his recourse.
The high and mighty were his bane
for they had neither courtly mien
nor meekness that was not insane.
Theirs was true choler and true spleen.
And yet inside he loved them all,
he saw their portent for the good,
and kept this part of his recall,
for in his heart he understood.
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15. John the Seer
When John of Patmos lay in trance
of seeing past all humankind
his nightmares came abroad to dance
for all the future men would find.
His was a dream of greatest woe,
yet splendid in its dread surmise
and he deemed that it would be so
with his believing, harrowed eyes.
For he had broken in his pain
with Truth the Teacher taught to man
and he no longer would be sane.
His thought in alien narrows ran.
Yet he was still a man of God
who suffered greatly for all men.
The lonely rock-face was his sod.
We think how noble he was then.
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16. The Steward
He was a man of apt resolve
attached to all within his care
by constant vigil and compare
to see it prosper and evolve.
No miser or a spendthrift he
who would not ever care to spoil
for excess gain from this, his toil.
He never practiced usury.
His strength was in his foresight, keen
and providential to a fault.
Any inconstancy he’d halt
and note the error to be seen.
He was, as we would now insist
(having experience we’d omit--
we know the long and short of it--)
a social evolutionist.
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17. Flowers
Flowers bless this Earth of mine
in so many different ways.
They keep coming back, a sign
that we yet have God to praise.
When dark thoughts will cross my mind
and my world is ill at ease
when my fate seems sere and blind
it is flowers that still please.
I love flowers everywhere,
on the mountains and beneath,
in the garden, on the square,
on the prairie and the heath.
They are my sweet recompense
for the burdens I must bear,
tender Love that I would sense
in what’s kind and ever fair.
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18. Humanist Enlightenment
When we see the Light arising
from aware and fervent men,
their real wisdom exercising
there will be a waking then.
We will find a conscience, soaring
from the knowledge they have found
based on all of their exploring
in our common, human ground.
We’ll forgather all our yearning
for an Order that is kind.
Thus arrived we will be learning
beauty of the human Mind.
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19. Material Joys
Toss a coin for all the Ailing
to whom money is their plot
in what wisdom’s still availing
tortuous and misbegot.
Toss them two and toss them twenty
for it never will suffice
all their trove and all their plenty
as a spendthrifts’ true device.
They will never cease to worry
over all their cash accounts
and in spectacle most sorry
live a fear that ever mounts.
They are what we see in wonder
for their foolish enterprise
giving us a case to ponder:
They be slaves before our eyes.
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20. Resurrection
The Teacher, brilliant as a star,
his drying wounds still open wide,
is to be found where all Men are
like fire burning on the tide.
They have arisen in his wake
to make all Mankind resurrect
and never more will they forsake
their fortitude and self-respect.
No longer sheep within the fold
it is their Way they must decide,
without a fate to be foretold,
without a fool’s unseemly pride.
His Love is all they have to keep,
its Light as guidance ever-bright.
They must advance and take the leap
into New Day from darksome night.
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21. Byzantine Holy Mary
She is so different from Madonnas,
her colors somber, face so pensive
and brave with all the sober valor
of one who senses what will come.
She shows a great maternal strength,
deliberate and cognitive.
She never ceases to portray
the mystery of highest Love.
Her Babe in Arms, no cherub he,
serious and grown beyond his age.
Together they speak living truth
of what to men should be Divine.
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22. African Child in Famine
She lies upon the barren ground
like a discarded piece of cloth,
foul-smelling, soiled and tattered
beyond recognizing.
Her face is aged and withered, taut
from terminal depletion,
with giant, shadowed, sunken eyes.
Her little body, like her face,
is skeletal, except for its distended
stomach in which the entrails are
compacted with live worms.
Her skin is so dried out and fragile
it parts in places where she presses,
exposing bone.
She is near death.
May God Everlasting
take her and give her Holy Bliss
for her Gehenna.
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23. Violets
Small violets are so beautiful,
most unassuming in the wild.
They grow in ordinary grass
and do not seek the rampant gaze
of any hastening passer-by.
They are reminders of what’s young
and tender in its fragile youth;
they are the common man’s appeal
for the remembrance of those gone.
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24. Torture Victims’ Advocate
He lives compassion for the men
in dire torment exercised
by those of rabid power-drive--
and for the fallen who have died
as human sacrifice to gods
estranged from any living God.
He keeps himself in readiness
for any chance that he may have
to save the live from Golgotha
and bring them back into the world.
He holds in check the wrenching pain
of truth he knows about this world,
about men’s ends that make him weep,
and wills himself to be of hope.
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25. The CEO
He looks paternal, mild, yet sleek
down to the tie and muted suit
with shoes to match, a gentleman
for populating top floor suites
with giant office furniture.
His shelves, besides the business tomes
contain large treatments on success,
public relations, advertising.
He has scant time for other writ.
He deals in trade negotiations,
high level finance of all kinds,
and supervises underlings
who come and go as if on wheels.
To mortals uninitiated
his real proceedings are occult:
he could, for all we know, steal forks,
or practice world-class larceny.
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26. Pink Dogwood in April
It is a small tree,
straight and slight
with sparse leaves and spare branches,
smooth bark upon a slender trunk.
Its “ flowers “shielding its real bloom
are of a lovely, gentle hue
that’s creamy coral, light and rare.
Each of them has four rounding “ petals”.
In spring pink dogwood stands out well
against the green of other trees,
its crown so beautiful it looks
like a luxurious lady’s brooch.
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27. The Spring
It was a dry and scorching day
in mid-July,
parching lips and gullets,
and raising thoughts of thirst
to an obsession.
We came out on an empty field.
Here at the edge a tall spruce stood,
between its parted roots a hollow
lined with translucent, golden sand.
From beneath the trunk there flowed
into the sand a frigid crystal stream
of purest water, welcoming the sojourner.
We each knelt down with cupped hands joined
in order to receive this gift and drink our fill.
In the silence all around
we were overcome
with wonder and gratitude
to the Presence Everlasting that is nigh.
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28. Pied Piper
In Hamlin-town there was the seed
of what would happen in the fullness
of the tormenting, slaving time.
This Great Ordeal of little children
would start as soiled and sordid stream
and grow into a brazen river
of Prussian death-preoccupation,
inexorable and sadistic.
But that was only the beginning.
The river then became a tide
of blackest portent that imploded
into the vortex most unspeakable:
Mind-directed
Holocaust
intended to exterminate
entire races.
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May we remember all we know
of what went on in Hamlin-town
so many, many years ago.
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29. The Living Blues
Blues are my hide-out
when I think
I cannot manage
the affliction that I own,
while keeping it
from hearty men.
Blues take me,
turn me round
pick me up
and send me floating
on the high notes
till I catch up
with the feeling
I am ME,
integrated with my pain,
and not crying much inside.
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30. Picture of the Artist as an Old Man
I have a painting in acrylic
made by a youth of seventeen.
It shows a man, both saturnine
and wizened, who’s feeding large
colorful and surreal birds
with out-size popcorn.
The artist, now professor in his fifties
looks for the world like the man he painted.
I never cease to feel intrigued, amused
and gratified by this feat of prescience.
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31. Mountains
I love to be where mountains are,
God’s monuments to his own greatness,
in all their solemn magnitude.
When I can see them I’m reminded
of Bartok’s most heroic music,
raising its high, triumphant sounds
above the tree-lines near the peaks.
I also love the vegetation
in mountain meadows--giving freedom
to take in dewy, breathless beauty
before descending to the plains.
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32. The Judas Tree
It is a symbol of regression--
from active and concerted love
not properly achieved,
to wanton strike of envy, anger and rebellion
based on untoward presumption.
It also signifies despairing fear
which treason against Deity will breed,
overtaking Spirit,
consigning the penitent
to final, uncontrolled, untimely acts.
And yet it is a tree of hope.
For nothing of a man’s transgression
can be so odious to our God
that he would summarily condemn it
and give his lasting great forgiveness
the human lie.
Therefore the Judas Tree reminds us
of his abiding Highest Love.
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33. Regulus Regulus
The kinglet is the smallest
of European birds.
Buff-colored, it hides well
in deepest thickets from predators and humans.
It is the delight of children and bird-lovers.
No one knows how it can manage in high wind.
When it sleeps its throat moves
evoking the beating of a heart.
It is the most diminutive
royal presence on this Earth.
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34. Psalm for Enlightenment
Father, let us unite with your stronghold.
We are miniscule, yet capable of cognition which you bestow.
It challenges us to rise toward you and there to drink
of the hesitant beauty of human thought.
Father, let us drink deep, sharing this wisdom
for we would be yours in all we think and do.
We are as yet unsure how to be Men.
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35. The Psychotic
My pain is past endurance, for I burn
with searing neural current in every fiber of my being,
and die in agony of constant fear.
Spectral visions of self-annihilation assail my blighted brain.
My only respite is the no-being of sleep.
I know I’ll live like this for weeks, most likely months.
If only I could leave this pain and run away
with Tom O' Bedlam for my confrere.
We would cavort among the mossy banks
and greening woods of England, putting sweet-smelling
Shropshire blue-bells and eglantine
into our tousled hair.
We would laugh and weep, and laugh again,
make cuckoo calls for that which is
the panegyric
best befitting our human lot.
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36. The Delta Point
The evolution of our Race
gets scant attention.
Men live in an experiential mix
which so confuses them,
that they have no clear vision
of the real progression upward
despite some downward slide.
Yet to attain to better life for all,
they will need this clarity of vision
to direct their progress consciously
into a future that calls to the best
that is in Man.
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37. On War and Terror
Whenever human beings start to think
that something is worth dying for,
there is a carnage of those who
never had sought to die for it.
Thus it is so in war and terror
wherein the gentle innocents,
children and adults and aged
are sacrificed upon the altar
of power or insensate hate.
And those who fall as perpetrators
of this inhuman travesty
are nothing but suicidal
in ways that could have been avoided.
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38. The Rose of Peace
The rose of Peace is white, yet imbued
with the most delicate blush
of a spring sunrise yellow and rose-pink.
The colors are chosen to evoke
the noblest, yet gentlest
of human attributes-- tranquility,
enlightenment and love.
It is significant that the rose of Peace
is produced by man’s intelligence,
being the most beautiful hybrid flower I know.
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39. Mary as Example for Women
She was the most courageous woman in the town.
Each day she prayed “ Most Holy, give me strength to endure.”
She was straight and tall. She never was afraid to counter men.
When they tried to belittle her, she knew how to reply and laugh in their
faces.
Her Son loved her above all other human beings,
for she taught him the power of compassionate love.
This love he had lived from the time he was a tender child.
She taught the other women to know their own worth,
and to be counted equal in affairs of men.
When Jesus left, she mothered the Apostles until the end.
They gave her all obeisance and true honor.
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40. Bravery of Evolution
It takes a human being who is intrepid
to leave behind old ways sanctioned
by ancient custom or outdated achievement,
no matter how egregious in their outcome.
Likewise, it takes a special kind of valor
to replace them by that which reason dictates,
but which men are not used to,
for they are often given to mistrusting reason
to a pernicious degree.
Fortunately, this valor, which arises from love,
is a most compelling force in our evolutionary climb.
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41. Abou Ben Adhem Revisited
There was a man, who, truth to tell,
got on quite altogether well
without what others think just fine:
a great regard for the Divine.
He was an Arab, we are told,
and not, in fact, exceeding bold,
yet he did not ascribe to Doom
an apparition in his room.
The Angel wrote upon his list
that Abou was an Atheist.
To this our Abou did respond,
“ Of fellow man I’m dearly fond. “
The next day the good Angel came,
with new list showing Abou’s name
by way of message from above:
Abou was first in God’s own Love !
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42. The Dogs of War
The Dogs of War keep coming on
and all the men are nearly gone,
as it was countless times before.
Beware ! Beware the Dogs of War !
It started O so civil, clean,
and so well-oiled, the war-machine,
young boys with clear and winsome eyes
that showed no panic, no surprise.
Then all the missiles and grenades
and from the mines the cutting blades,
the dust that mixed with blood and flesh
caused deathly horror there to mesh.
The great machine then slipped its cogs.
The bright young men had turned to Dogs.
As all the Powers should have seen
they changed within that great machine!
The Dogs of War keep coming on
and all the men are nearly gone,
as happened countless times before.
Beware ! Beware the Dogs of War !
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43. The Making of an Evolutionist
He was a man of intellect
but, wedded to the status quo,
had no occasion to suspect
that there was more which he should know.
He firmly held in his surmise
(being both trusting and devout)
that fate could not a pain devise
which might cause an unholy doubt.
And then it happened: pain did come
shaking his faith down to the core.
But he recovered, as do some.
He understood MEN MUST DO MORE.
Thus he committed all his zeal
to helping men improve their lot,
made evolution his appeal,
and now thanks God for Light he got.
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44. The First John
The Baptist is a desert man
burned by the sun and driven dust,
who goes in freedom when he can
and who takes orders when he must.
He takes his orders from above
having a white dove for a sign
and learns about Immortal Love
from one he senses is Divine.
He as a leader goes about
crying to men to mend their ways,
and when they listen to his shout
they give his Teacher holy praise.
He is the harbinger of Truth
before the Teacher’s mission call
and in the flower of his youth
his life’s fey ending will befall.
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45. Hegemonic Isolationism
It is a fact some states insist
on being isolationist.
This would not be so bad at all
if the aforesaid states were small.
But what to do when thereupon
the culprit is the Hegemon?
And in addition--Behemoth
refusing to plight its troth?
What we have then is Great Divide
between the weak and potent side,
between the poor and gentrified,
between the galled and satisfied.
In short, we have a balance due,
and noxious peril, through and through,
which all devolves upon the small,
unless they gang up, one and all.
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46. The Cottage
Picture a cottage by a lake
where loons upon the water glide
and sun does water-lilies wake,
and all is simply done inside.
Think of the pleasure in the way
people can use this small abode
among the trees that stand or sway
and rustle when the wind has flowed.
Remember quiet all around
broken by laughter from within
and all the joy that’s to be found
letting the human spirit win.
Picture the children, happy, bright
who running go along the shore
and bring to us of their delight
gladdening spirit even more.
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47. Nooner the Liberator
Nooner the Ape of Hiller’s pen
makes me feel I’m myself again
outside the glitz and pomp-parade
of which dear Nooner’s fame is made.
For I had suffered long and hard
to think that Vegas is God’s yard,
and that loud, heavy Broadway shows
get better as their casting grows.
Long had I thought that no one can
be taken as American
if they don’t think that there is class
to buildings fashioned of Black Glass.
Now I am happy as can be
since Noonerism set me free,
at last no longer to remain
in Nooner’s simian-ruled domain.
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48. The United Nations Upheld
The United Nations of Planet Earth
is, as community of countries,
the greatest stronghold of our World
in all vital aspects.
It is, first of all,
a moral bastion in its
Universal Declaration of Human Rights
for all men,
and its Convention on the Rights of the Child.
It is an international forum
for dealing with global problems.
Its agencies have improved critical conditions
in many areas of our geographic realm.
It is an immortal, great achievement,
an initial step in evolution of our whole polity
toward all that is a rising,
humane, and illustrious Civilization.
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49. The Academy
There is a building on the hill
stately, august in every wise
where willing men, with steady eyes
learn from their seniors how to kill.
Their study is most purposive,
its strategy has structured might.
It is defense that is their right,
the right that all their own should live.
They take the risk of fighting war
and losing life, the greatest claim.
They say they have their foes to blame.
Their foes may blame them even more.
There is one breach in their intent
of keeping all their battling ”fair”
so all stays “clean” beyond compare:
They cannot spare the innocent.
God, keep us all in this, our day.
There is a Building on the hill
where men still study how to kill.
May we so study Peace, we pray.
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50. Plaint for Africa
We call upon you, Lord God to lament
our Africa, our stricken continent,
where millions suffer from the dreaded scourge
of AIDS and Famine. Father, you we urge,
don’t let these people die and travail so.
Let us together to redeem them go
with all the strength and means that you provide.
For when they die it is as if we died.
Give us clear minds and fervent hearts to do
all in our power, Lord, to see them through
and let them rise like Lazarus awake,
new Africa for all our peoples’ sake.
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