“When will they ever learn?” - Bob Dylan
Secure in the golden cradle
Of youth, we are schooled to sense
Just who we are and might become
Then tempests toss us seaward –
Reeling in crests and troughs of fear -
Adrift, abandoned and lost -
Hung between heritage and revolution.
Tempers roil, ignite, explode
Sabers are rattled then swung
In heated ****** of lethal madness.
When will we ever learn?
And yet our sun-washed globe spins on -
Impervious to our juvenile conceits
In time wash ashore with new resolve
To rebuild bridges - vessels - public works.
Nations rebound and halls resound
With noble and inspiring speeches
To remind us who we are
And who we might become.
All seems well again until
Time's sermons are flung aside
and hell returns to lacerate our sphere.
When will we ever learn?
When is never soon enough.
Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 3:09 PM UTC
“When will they ever learn?” - Bob Dylan
Secure in the golden cradle
Of youth, we are schooled to sense
Just who we are and might become
Then tempests toss us seaward –
Reeling in crests and troughs of fear -
Adrift, abandoned and lost -
Hung between heritage and revolution.
Tempers roil, ignite, explode
Sabers are rattled then swung
In heated ****** of lethal madness.
When will we ever learn?
And yet our sun-washed globe spins on -
Impervious to our juvenile conceits
In time wash ashore with new resolve
To rebuild bridges - vessels - public works.
Nations rebound and halls resound
With noble and inspiring speeches
To remind us who we are
And who we might become.
All seems well again until
Time's sermons are flung aside
and hell returns to lacerate our sphere.
When will we ever learn?
When is never soon enough.
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