In
The Sleep of Reason
Like an owl in the ruins of
truth I lament
Not the embarrassments of
youth
Nor agonies of middle age
But that In my dotage I should
see
The triumph of demagoguery
Merciless aggression and the
future
Repeating the past
Dawn’s too far away
Let my voice trouble
The glutted sleep
Of the righteous.
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