Ancient People.
Why do men know wrong
And yet indulge in it?
Why do men smile,
Where bitterness lies beneath?
Why do many say aye
And mean to say nay?
Why do many seat,
With standing on their minds?
Do you know the reason,
Why squalor lies beneath
The Jet, above?
Or why despite the temper
Of science,
Peace still approaches at
The speeds of snails?
How come we now
Use guns,
Though we know
What swords did to legions?
How come many rest
Wisdom, among the back burners;
Licking folly, from the pots
Of whim?
And though we live
In times like these:
Most, are like people
Of the anciently medieval world!
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