01-20-2015, 10:26 PM
This universe, planet, humanity are due staggering amounts of justice. There is no forgiveness to be given to evil parasites who've powered their ersatz lives off our backs. No smoothing and compromising to grease the wheels of the new boss in order that the old boss has a new home. Our strong intention must be to push the parasites toward divine justice and away from stealing our energy and children.
"Where dips the rocky highlandOf Sleuth Wood in the lake,There lies a leafy islandWhere flapping herons wakeThe drowsy water rats;There we've hid our faery vats,Full of berriesAnd of reddest stolen cherries.Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand.For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glossesThe dim gray sands with light,Far off by furthest RossesWe foot it all the night,Weaving olden dancesMingling hands and mingling glancesTill the moon has taken flight;To and fro we leapAnd chase the frothy bubbles,While the world is full of troublesAnd is anxious in its sleep.Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car,In pools among the rushesThat scarce could bathe a star,We seek for slumbering troutAnd whispering in their earsGive them unquiet dreams;Leaning softly outFrom ferns that drop their tearsOver the young streams.Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,The solemn-eyed:He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast,Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chestFor he comes, the human childTo the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand From a world more full of weeping than he can understand" (Yates-1886.)