humbly dedicated to thelastromantichero
There is no need for any other law than poetry,
make her the Queen of all existence in her everlasting glory,
that must outlast all that junk called vanity and ugliness
which only show up in this world to pester and pollute it
for no other good than tragedy,
the trap which all humanity so enthusiastically marches into
fooled by the deceivers of short-sightedness and fickle profit
for which sake man drowns himself in any madness and insanity
most willingly - and hardly sees himself through even afterwards.
But poetry remains, with beauty and idealism as champions,
the last romantic hero isn't even born yet and shall never be,
for they belong to Poetry's and Beauty's court of everlasting light
and can't be even tempted from their sovereignty to step down
to follow suit with this demented, ugly, sick and decayed world
which politicians think they rule, unable to get into their thick heads
that Politics is nothing but the Madness Greenhouse of Megalomania
where there are no other masters running the asylum
than the vainest power of them all,
the ultimately and completely egoistic opportunist's self-destructiveness.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-02 at 12:20
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170. Poetry enthroned
There is no need for any other law than poetry,
make her the Queen of all existence in her everlasting glory,
that must outlast all that junk called vanity and ugliness
which only show up in this world to pester and pollute it
for no other good than tragedy,
the trap which all humanity so enthusiastically marches into
fooled by the deceivers of short-sightedness and fickle profit
for which sake man drowns himself in any madness and insanity
most willingly - and hardly sees himself through even afterwards.
But poetry remains, with beauty and idealism as champions,
the last romantic hero isn't even born yet and shall never be,
for they belong to Poetry's and Beauty's court of everlasting light
and can't be even tempted from their sovereignty to step down
to follow suit with this demented, ugly, sick and decayed world
which politicians think they rule, unable to get into their thick heads
that Politics is nothing but the Madness Greenhouse of Megalomania
where there are no other masters running the asylum
than the vainest power of them all,
the ultimately and completely egoistic opportunist's self-destructiveness.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 1043 times
Written on 2006-09-02 at 12:20
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