In case you are new to Opus Civis…it is a political and economic blog….but I have a bad taste in my mouth with this election….to call it a classic theater of the absurd would be disingenuous on my part…..it is a joke, the election that is, a pathetic and nauseating exercise in futility…..and for that reason I have decided to post some of the poems from my youth.  I gave up poetry years ago and have never looked back.

This one is the second poem that I ever wrote…..1968.  Poetry was my war time coping exercise….also about this time I thought that I could be a song writer, a lyricist….in the vain of Tom Waits or Leonard Cohen………so keep that in mind when reading it…….a young man and his fantasies, huh?

Listen

PEOPLE!  Listen and you will hear

a cry so small, but all to near,

a cry so weak, and full of fear,

a cry so bitter, yet sincere.

If you listen open and long

to the utterings thru the earth,

you will see the way to help,

so that humans will have rebirth.

A cry of a poor men, near and far,

cries so small, but all so near,

a cry in darkness, yet with hope,

a cry so small, but all to near.

If you listen open and long

to the utterings thru the earth,

you will see the way to help,

so that humans have rebirth.

A cry of strain, broken by war,

a cry so weak and full of fear,

a cry of lost, for dead loved ones,

a cry so weak and full of fear.

If you listen open and long

to these utterings thru the earth,

you will see the way to help,

so that humans have rebirth.

A cry of protest against man’s wrongs,

a cry so bitter, yet sincere,

a cry of hope, from very young,

a cry so bitter, yet sincere.

If you listen open and long

to these utterings thru the earth,

you will see the way to help,

so that humans will have rebirth.

PEOPLE!  Listen and you will hear

a cry so small, but all too near,

a cry so weak and full of fear,

a cry so bitter yet sincere.

PEOPLE JUST LISTEN!

10/10/68

How did I do….please be kind….I have a fragile psyche……LOL