I met a Traveller from that Antique Land
between the Euphrates and the Tigris,
where the ancestors of our Human Race
opened their eyes to the opportunity
to be outposts
of Divine Consciousness
and act as Guardians of Planet Earth
in Eden.

Here, instead, they chose
the misery
and destructiveness
of egoic individualism
and were herded beyond
the Gates of Eden.

Here, Obama with his pale brown lips
has sent his seraphims and fire-ships
to shatter the twice-dead landscape
with its own stones,
to scatter the already scattered man-shapes
with their own bones,
to leave no growing thing
no pleasant prospect,
for future descendants of Adam
to name.

At a cost of £5.7 million a day.

(Poem from GNOMONIC VERSES)

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