Among the wise I was young;
\namong the wisdom of sages speaking
\ntheir defeated dreams, standing to ruin
\nthe day and the purpose of this stealth.<\/p>\n
Wind never said what politics could have moaned;
\nembraced within a song, this craft of men
\nwhose knowledge of time was impatient,
\nsuccumbing to the time thus known.<\/p>\n
Leaves fell, and looking where we trod
\nonly the mush of the mud could say
\nwhere feet had taken us.
\nWe are drawn here to where there is belief.<\/p>\n
I believe I cried.<\/p>\n
A moment dropped the seed
\nfrom which has grown this future,
\nat the behest of which
\nmy youth has passed,
\nand with it, wisdom come.<\/p>\n
Now can I be mad,
\nand moan what politicking has ruined?
\nAn ebb and tide of life and youth
\nand sustainability of an age?<\/p>\n
Ha! I bask in rage<\/p>\n
A worse evil than all known, this politicking I bemoan
\nfor it is the unbegotten promise to fulfill
\nevery man’s lust when it is each who must
\nsing their own praise,
\nand walk the mud that leads to the wise,
\nand frees one from disbelief.<\/p>\n
I believe it now.
\nFaith in others to control my future;
\nothers:
\nnot the wise,
\nbut the greedy;
\nnot the unsung,
\nbut the well paid.<\/p>\n
Thus has
\nfuture been denied.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Among the wise I was young;
among the wisdom of sages speaking
their defeated dreams, standing to ruin
the day and the purpose of this stealth.<\/p>\n
Wind never said what politics could have moaned;
embraced within a song, this craft of men
whose knowledge of time was impatient,
succumbing to the time thus known.<\/p>\n
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