Occupy Poetry

Age of the Cure of my Cecity

BY Wirndzerem G.Barfee

Now, I can die
For I have seen the truth.

Last year’s calendar timed
The cures of my cecity:

My eyes, helios torched them
With medicinal rays – and

And I distinguished revolutions
The bona fide from the forged,

Having been cruelly schooled by
Old Thucydides’ learned maxim:

Large nations do what they wish,
Small nations accept what they must.

This year on, I can now rest in peace
For I have seen the purity of light:

Am no longer duped, drugged
By filmed negatives of the sun.

From: 
25/01/12

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