ODE by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

We are the music makers

And we are the dreamers of dreams

Wandering by lone sea breakers 

And sitting by desolate streams

World losers and world foresakers

On whom the pale moon gleams

Yet WE are the movers and shakers

Of the world forever it seems

With wonderful deathless ditties

We build up the world's great cities

And out of a fabulous story

We fashion an empire's glory

One man with a dream at pleasure

Shall go forth and conquer a crown

And three with a new song's measure

Can trample an empire down

We in the ages of dying

In the buried past fo the Earth

Built Nineveh with our sighing 

And Babel itself with our mirth

And o'erthrew them with prophesying

To the old of a new world's worth

For each age is a dream that is dying

Or one that is coming to birth.,,,

~This poem is a clarion call to us truth seekers and world changers. Huzzah!!
 ~MX