One of the joys of retirement is getting to read things you did not have/take time to read. I recently came across this poem that seems eerily relevant though written over a century ago:
O God of earth and altar, bow down and hear our cry,
our earthly rulers falter, our people drift and die;
the walls of gold entomb us, the swords of scorn divide,
take not thy thunder from us, but take away our pride.
From all that terror teaches, from lies of tongue and pen,
from all the easy speeches that comfort cruel men,
from sale and profanation of honor, and the sword,
from sleep and from damnation, deliver us, good Lord!
by G.K. Chesterton (1906)
