This poem I presented to the class as a poem I chose (out of a book) to critically analise. The analisys didn't go very well - I'd spent all the preparation time writing the poem and worrying about whether I'd pull it off - not writing notes for the presentation! Anyway...nobody picked that it was my poem - but many thought it was very me...

The Final Pillage


			The World's eyes are closed
			As humanity plunders her sacred places.
			The World still slumbers
			As humanity desecrates her many faces.

			Each looks at façades created by others,
			Not wanting to believe
			That there is more to these books
			Than their covers.
			Masses dance together:
			The beat of urban life.
			Now each assumes their own facades.

			So say politicians:
			"The youth of today is our future."
			Yet they can learn no enthusiasm,
			As they grow up in a world
			Where to respect is reproachable.

			We exhaust our resources,
			And destroy our future lives.
			What have our children's children
			To look forward to.

			The World's eyes are closed
			As humanity plunders her sacred places.
			The World still slumbers
			As humanity desecrates her many faces.


© R. A. W. S. Clarke

End of 'A Diseased World'



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