the soul of this people
is criticially changing
arranging into i know not what
the mind of mankind
is swiftly maligning
aligning along the cruelest axes
the heart of the world
is drifting unminded
towards the coldest usefulness
scratched and carved
and assiduously mangled
into clearly utilitarian purpose
a world debated by thinkers
and tinkers and polished politicians
into cleverly calculated intent
as the sun rose this winter day
my worn heart knew—
it is time to speak at last
of something quite new
George Ellington 