TBM 58

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I watch with wide-eyed wonder, the Buddha's stoic stare
As he gazes out serenely, without spirit left to care
The gold-haired thin ascetic's head is buried in the sand
Of the mystic's sterile desert-- seeks to be one with the land

And your women feeling equal to the men who fill their lives
Disdain the age old titles of "motherhood"and "wife"
Their mild mannered husbands grant their anarchistic flight
By the weak-willed neuter feelings of their limp-wrist corporate lives

Your churches all are classrooms of humanistic thought
Who preach of economics and salvation which is bought
They measure good in dollars, no longer martyrs' blood
And promise "pie" not of the sky, but lying in the mud

I watch the West now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become

The politician tells you, that there's nothing left to fear
"Peace on Earth -- goodwill towards men," as he grooms his doomed career
Opponents you thought vanquished, have come to take their fill
As they hover on the sidelines, preparing for the kill

Your well-fed soldiers stand in line, amid the morning rain
But the pulse-beat of their fathers spread so thin through their veins
The ancient vow to valor, lies shrouded in the mist
Of the years of tranquil living, that have robbed them of the test

Iconclastic artists, with little left to say
Spawn their works of chaos, with such thought-provoking names
The patrons of pretension, give unmitigated praise
As they join the faker's chorus, for fear of losing face

I watch the West now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become

The money hungry merchant, descends to greater greed
As he tried to take advantage of the conditions he helped breed
The rich are dressing ragged, as the poor put on their best
They all don mask of falsehood, as they live their lives in jest

The parents treat their children, as though expensive toys
Provided for dull moments, a diversion to employ
Professors set the standards, "Equality!" nothing less
As they level all their students, making sure none is best

Young all shake their fists, that the "old" pollute the land
As they fill themselves with posions, from the other hands
And they all sing praise to progress, and the new days that will come
As they dance the deadly dervish, of their mind's delirium

I watch the West now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become

! ŚCIĄGAJCIE I SŁUCHAJCIE !