Pit Of Despair

                                                                                         

Copyright © Fred Watson July 2007

I see the smile in thine eyes, as ye talk of golden days and moonlit nights gone by, and I say to ye, have a care not to guild the past to the point where ye become unhappy with the present, for ye must of need dwell in the here and now.

But the now is filled with many wars of death and destruction, ye say. And I tell ye thus, that it was ever so and more so in days of old. Ye may, as any sane man is, be against war, but ye must keep a balance, less ye go mad.

I hear ye mutter of violence closer to home, of beatings, stabbings, and murder on the streets. But I tell ye the citizens petition the senate over the very same crimes being perpetrated on the streets of Ancient Rome.

As to graffiti, loutish behaviour, lack of respect, and general bad manners of the younger generation. These very same things were complained of by the good denizens of Troy.

Useless politicians? What would ye have in their place, a supreme ruler, a king, a dictator, a pharaoh, or maybe you would prefer to live under martial law.

Less ye forget, ye can be easy rid of a politician, but how would ye cope with one of the others.

Ye moan of litter and rubbish strewn streets, but in the past ye would have travelled the streets of any major city with a perfumed cloth beneath your nose, taking care to avoid the horse and cattle droppings, while steering clear of the upended night soil bucket and the sewerage gutter.

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