“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.” James Baldwin
No One Mourns A Crassus To wear the widow's black or put on sackcloth and cast ashes, to grieve for the loss of species as the philistines pursue their plundering, as every Crassus lusts for their gold of death and destruction in a wastrel's desire for everything over life itself, in temporary experiences of hollow lives devoid of meaning beyond greed, O, to have that funeral now, that we might see them gone and live again. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Some people aren’t worth mourning. I felt that way when one of the Koch brothers died.
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I get that, an unpleasant a pair one could not find.
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Thank you Michael
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Oh, you caught me blank like the table, cleaned after meal. Lol I remember to have learned all this Roman history, but it’s gone. Let me have a look again. xx Michael
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Lol, who can remember everything? Still, a refresher is always helpful 😉
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The word “Philistine” comes to mind on a regular basis these days. The title of your poem couldn’t be more apt for these latter-day Philistines.
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I would love to see their ending.
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You and I both.
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Great poem – loved it
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Thank you.
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