Friday, May 09, 2008

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Today the bulldozer crawled
Into my village.
I watched the trees’ resistance,
Heard them groan and shake,
Hoping beyond hope
They could not break and after the trees bowed,
the stones ground their teeth in impotent fury,
Before they too tangled with the bones
Of lost tomorrows, in unmarked graves,
Corrupt foundations
For a shimmering, empty city,
Destruction in the myth of creation
By architects stripped of any pity.
What still remains that we may save
From the ruins left by an alien nation?

The bulldozers did come. A local farmer just sent them in to clear the cutting in front of our house. We were outraged, but then I began to put things ina different perspective....

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous8:35 AM

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  2. Thank you for your beautiful words, Richard.

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  3. I have deleted the comment from Anonymous. In the first place I think you should have the courage of your convistions and put your own name on your remarks. In the second place, if you want to write a book then use your own blog. In the third place, if you have read my blog properly you would know that while I respect other people's beliefs I am not religious myself. If you are the same person who regularly sends comments to Greenstein, please don't make the mistake of putting me in the same category as that pitiful wretch.

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