Saturday, 15 May 2021

Vaccine Gold Rush: Do You Trust Gates?


 
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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