The Western Tradition


The Western Tradition
Muse, tell me when the first man thought
a poem is not a song.
And let me know when time had wrought
that timing was all wrong.
Behold the day when God had fled,
or so the thinkers said
they could not know if He was dead,
so history’s mislead.
And without past, the present is
but fleeting to the next.
Without the War the Odyssey
is but a journey lost

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