Consider These, for We Have Condemned Them
Lewis, C(ecil). Day (1904-1972)
Consider these, for we have condemned them; Leaders to no sure land, guides their bearings lost Or in league with robbers have reversed the signposts, Disrespectful to ancestors, irresponsible to heirs, Born barren , a freak growth, root in rubble, Fruitlessly blossoming, whose foliage suffocates, Their sap is sluggish, they reject the sun. The man with his tongue in his cheek, the woman With her heart in the wrong place, unhandsome, unwholesome; Have exposed the new-born to worse than weather, Exiled the honest and sacked the seer. These drowned the farms to form a pleasure-lake, In time of drought they drain the reservoir Through private pipes for baths and sprinklers. Getters not begetters; gainers not beginners; Whiners, no winners; no triers, betrayers; Who steer by no star, whose moon means nothing. Daily denying, unable to dig: At bay in villas from blood relations, Counters of spoons and content with cushions They pray for peace, they hand down disaster. They that take the bribe shall perish by the bribe, Dying of dry rot, ending in asylums, A curse to children, a charge on the state. But still their fears and frenzies infect us; Drug nor isolation will cure this cancer; It is now or never, the hour of the knife, The break with the past, the major operation.