Vaccine Gold Rush: Do You Trust Gates?
You must be familiar
with my favourite poem by Gates :
Black Irish, very moving.
Turning, and turning in the widening gyre,
The Falcon cannot hear The Falconer --
Thing Fall Apart :
The Centre cannot hold.
Mere Anarchy is loosed upon The World
and everywhere, The Ceremony of Innocence is lost --
The Best lack all conviction --
While The Worst, are filled
with passionate intensity.....
But it ends so
beautifully ominously :
What rough beast,
It's hour, come 'round at last --
Slouches towards Bethlehem,
To be born....
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