I am the God of Wine and this is my poem to Civilization.

High civilization show these modern cities
you can see cars, smartphones, powerful internet.
No matter the dangers people loves them to death.
That’s right, it’s correct to be slaves without pity.

So was in the ancient times, just let me compare.
We had wheels, we had chariots, we had stone mills.
Society was very proud of their politic skills:
“We love democracy”, “Do you know how to get there?”

Spirit of civilization and modernity is old and tired
but he’s strong and through Time always persist.
He puts chains in the people who dare to resist.
If education doesn’t work, he will make it by fire.

Here comes mighty Dionysos bromios to disagree
He loves energy, movement, chaos, happiness
He’s always making the rulers to feel comfortless.
He saves the human spirit, undoing ties, setting free.

He make every square law to have not any future.
This God is followed by devoted women and men
They have fire. Great strength is in the heart of them
They pray their God for no more tyranny in their culture.

So, this is the balance. That’s the struggle.
Be correct in your life but don’t forget of chaos.
Be wise, don’t be mad. Try always to be happy
you need the rule and freedom to avoid pathos.
Firmly remember, civilization also makes its juggles.

The Feast of Bacchus or The Drunkards, by Diego Velázquez
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