New is ever in struggle with old
As old dwindles new prevails
Children after parents withhold
Sapling grows tree ailing fails
Dead products fill the dumps
Felled trees stoke the hearth
Stocked books on attic damp
Rotten stories sicken the heart
Old item's names are gone
Many languages are dead
Whole wrong theories are thrown
Tattered thoughts become mad
Right ideas would persevere
Racism bigotry and bad lore
Spreading pain quite severe
Sowing in life hurdles galore
With scientists should we abide
With all recent we integrate
Let the wisdom be our guide
Let amity be best bait.
Friday 26 September 2014
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