Stole the fire from heaven.
Taught a man to question.
Rage against the great Oppression!
Defy the laws of Fate's procession!
Dare to name my self my Self.
Gave mankind his chiefest wealth.
Am punished, exiled for my vision
Suffer from the great incision
Have made in liberty's ecstatic name.
Shake my fists at all you sheep and blame
You and your shepherds for our common woes,
For how the reign of cowardice overthrows
Our love of living, love of Sense's pleasures,
The celebration of our earthly treasures:
Reduced to blind and insect propagation,
My comrades, how we sink into stagnation!
Awake! your free-will turn to use!
And make such worlds as you would choose.
Why isn't anybody listening?
Grow so weary of this confrontation.
Long to taste of others' adoration
Would fain flow with the currents for a time,
May rest my sleepless, battered, troubled mind.
George Chadderdon © 1996