> Go, wherever ill deeds shall be done,
> Go, plant your flag in the sun
> Besider the ill-doers!
> And recoil from clenching the curse
> Of God's witnessing Universe
> With a curse of yours.
> This is the curse. Write.
Outstanding! Ah, the power of lyric...
You know, I've spent so much of my adult life in the Ice Age of Neoliberalism (Heiner Mueller's description, not mine), that I literally have trouble measuring the scale of 2011's Global Spring. Nanometers have turned into kilometers, everything is off the charts (not that I'm complaining - just noting the fact!).
-- DRR