‘the night is near, going these ways <br />The town will fade in to the <br />Eyes of heaven’ <br />So said the Poet Seer <br />And stopped. <br /> <br />But <br />The people arose in assembly <br />And said: <br />‘Our ways are ways of the multitude <br />See <br />We vote here in our assembly <br />And that be almost plebiscite’. <br /> <br />Then spoke the sword-bearing <br />Angel of the Heavens round his <br />Loins: <br />‘the ways of the multitude <br />These are neither votes nor <br />Plebiscites <br />All bear their responsibility <br />For their ways: <br />And so this town <br />Irrespective of votes, majorities and <br />Quasi-Plebiscites’<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-is-near-going-these-ways/
