and empty of religion.
Pity the nation that wears a cloth
it does not weave,
eats a bread it does not harvest, and drinks a wine that flows
not from its own wine-press.
Pity the nation that acclaims
the bull as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror
bountiful.
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox,
whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art
of patching and mimicking.
Pity the nation whose sages
are dumb with years and whose strong men
are yet in the cradle.
Gibran Khalil Gibran The garden of the Prophet (1934)
Raja has just added the relevant photos !
(Hoping that "cousin" Gibran shall not mind.)
First of May 2010
Labour´s Day !!
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