The Rajah's court, it's said, sat dumb with grief, <br />their sorrow that of those who truly love, <br />on February the eighteenth, and full moon, <br />three thousand, one-O-two years ere Christ's birth; <br /> <br />for wise men had foretold that ruthless span: <br />the golden age, the silver, and the bronze <br />had passed. The age of iron now began: <br />the last and worst of ages, where the gods <br />were to be lost to mind: Virtue herself <br />from four sound legs, reduced to merely one; <br />and all the ordered grace of human wealth <br />to be abused and squandered until gone... <br /> <br />The court sought mercy. Then this answer came: <br />'Give, and give, in full. Repeat God's name.'<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0269-the-age-of-iron-kali-yuga/
