When I said any hope for justice, I meant any hope for future justice. “Justice is dead, long live the dictator.” You’ll forgive me if I don’t dwell long upon this article, there is much I could say but little that would comfort the WhoDat Nation.
In 1919 an Irish poet named William Butler Yeats published a poem “The Second Coming” which comes to mind tonight. In early drafts he wrote then discarded lines such as:
“The good are wavering, while the worst prevail.”
Was the poem well acclaimed? Yes the original ‘Second Coming’ manuscript lies on display in the National Library of Ireland. Here is some of what remained in the poem:
“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
These ancient and dusty lines come closer to sharing my feelings with you now than I can tonight. Here’s a few more:
“…somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of indignant desert birds.”
I may as well add a few lines of my own to meld with whatever William Butler Yeats was feeling the day he wrote that poem. Perhaps I’ll feel like adding to them in the near future and sharing that with you as well:
At long last a die has been cast
Xthe gamble lost though riches were not at stake
merely honor, reputation and intangible concepts that once had value.
XThe myth hath been slain that lived throughout history
in fireside tales as good triumphed over evil
Xas the ghosts of reason shook silent heads in sadness
knowing justice is rarely fair when administered by tyrants.
Copyright January 17, 2013 at the stroke of midnight by Magyver@SaintsTailgate.com
You’ll forgive me of course for my shortcomings in this article, remember that I was a poet before I was a sports writer. Which suits me better? That I cannot answer except to add this:
Times have changed and as such our lives
Xgone is parchment, quill pens and ink
replaced by plastic devices formed from
Xcenturies old oily remains of beasts we never saw
yet forced to believe in as we do love, reason, right and wrong.
XPerhaps the dinosaurs fared better than we
having the world in which to roam without
Xpersecution by men from afar.
In death they escaped the world in which we now live.
Copyright 1AM January 18, 2013 by Magyver@SaintsTailgate.com
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