Pushing the Clock Hands Back
Important bloated men squat on the facts
�thinking they can hide them with their weight:
�men who think their power like King Canute
�ordering the sea to behave, can abolish
�the eons slow inexorable rise of mountains,
�the branching and dying of species, wind
�and water that will grind the Himalayas to dust.
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They lean on the hands of the cosmic clock
�protesting time itself, legislating false history.
�Time does not end. Only civilizations
�mad with power and drunk with riches,
�building war machines that drain hope
�and money from the poor and the formerly
�middle class which is itself going extinct.
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Time does not end, but species do.
�Let us vote and rejoice to join our relatives
�the dodo, the great auk and tyrannosaurus.
�Time wears all egos down to blowing dust
�although presidents, CEOs and preachers
�stand tall and wave their bravado like a red
�cape trying to stop change. It always comes.
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