Time Of Truth

The time is now
Let change begin,
Blend heaven and earth
In an endless spin,
Wherever you’re going,
Wherever you’ve been
Now change your direction
And travel within;

The time is now
To take a good look
Examine your life
And the roads that you took,
From cover to cover
You’ve written your book
Did you swim in the river
Or sleep by the brook?

The time is now
Get your head on straight
No more indecision
To love or to hate,
Since you are the author
Don’t blame it on Fate,
Take control of your future
Before it’s too late.

Linda Ori 

The Ghost Of Roger Casement

O what has made that sudden noise?
What on the threshold stands?
It never crossed the sea because
John Bull and the sea are friends;
But this is not the old sea
Nor this the old seashore.

What gave that roar of mockery,
That roar in the sea's roar?

The ghost of Roger Casement
Is beating on the door.


John Bull has stood for Parliament,
A dog must have his day,
The country thinks no end of him,
For he knows how to say,
At a beanfeast or a banquet,
That all must hang their trust
Upon the British Empire,
Upon the Church of Christ.


The ghost of Roger Casement
Is beating on the door.


John Bull has gone to India
And all must pay him heed,
For histories are there to prove
That none of another breed
Has had a like inheritance,
Or sucked such milk as he,
And there's no luck about a house
If it lack honesty.


The ghost of Roger Casement
Is beating on the door.


I poked about a village church
And found his family tomb
And copied out what I could read
In that religious gloom;
Found many a famous man there;
But fame and virtue rot.

Draw round, beloved and bitter men,
Draw round and raise a shout;

The ghost of Roger Casement
Is beating on the door.

William Butler Yeats 1865-1939

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