Seven Ages Requiem

Someone once famously said Man had seven ages This could certainly be said of Woman, or any living thing a tree, a fish, a muskrat or deer Dear we hold the nation which too has seven ages and returns to the first to die Countries, states, empires and alliances come and go each in their turn but the world is not the stag stage, rather- stage. Maybe it is. it is the farm that thrives on the compost of what starts (Nation) building blocks budding- an idea, a belief, a faith that gives way to a system that at first despises the thought of hard work, labour, sacrifice that lies ahead only to find resolve and determination right before talking itself into blind selfishness, violence, aggression that stamps out everything before fears of retribution come alive and that's just to announce the age of moderation, consideration, reconciliation and forgiveness These arise and become the currency presented to others only to find redeemable- redemption-in ridicule, scorn and loathing. At last there's the return to values - some old some new- to new ideas or old ideas, chaotic visions, fantasies, wishes, aspirations, frantic delusional take me seriously thoughts, beliefs, that promise to fix, this time strangely, sans the fire, all that went wrong, all that paved the march, to the pyre.