The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Thu 1/26/06)

[RetroLounge]

Wars

In the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet.
In the new wars hum of motors and the tread of rubber tires.
In the wars to come silent wheels and whirr of rods not
yet dreamed out in the heads of men.

In the old wars clutches of short swords and jabs into
faces with spears.
In the new wars long range guns and smashed walls, guns
running a spit of metal and men falling in tens and
twenties.
In the wars to come new silent deaths, new silent hurlers
not yet dreamed out in the heads of men.

In the old wars kings quarreling and thousands of men
following.
In the new wars kings quarreling and millions of men
following.
In the wars to come kings kicked under the dust and
millions of men following great causes not yet
dreamed out in the heads of men.

Carl Sandburg

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Here's to kicking king george the stupid under the dust...

RL

[yvr girl]

1. While I agree with your sentiment

I was hoping for a cheerier poem for my birthday...cause it's all about me. :hi:

[RetroLounge]

5. It always is about you...

:hi:

RL

[miss_american_pie]

2. King George has earned

a way more violent ending than that.

Good morning, RL. :hi:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. I'm with you on this one, my dear RetroLounge!

Kick him under the dust, indeed!

:kick:

[wildhorses]

4. that is a good one for me today

after that one thread that was in the lounge yesterday...
speaking of which let me go see how it turned out...

[xchrom]

6. kings -- ain't it the truth.

i guess as prophetic as this poem is{our human nature, an unending trap?} i kept thinking of the princes who run the corporate principalities.

not very literary -- just my how the world has changed -- kings must share the stage.