I am not well civilized, really alien here: trust me not. <br />I can understand the guns and the airplanes, <br />The other conveniences leave me cold. <br /> <br />'We must adjust our economics to the new abundance . <br />Of what? Toys: motors, music-boxes, <br />Paper, fine clothes, leisure, diversion. <br /> <br />I honestly believe (but really an alien here: trust me not) <br />Blind war, compared to this kind of life, <br />Has nobility, famine has dignity. <br /> <br />Be happy, adjust your economics to the new abundance; <br />One is neither saint nor devil, to wish <br />The intolerable nobler alternative.<br /><br />Robinson Jeffers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trap-9/
