Megiddo
1960, the year
McLuhan, the one
Professor, they call
Profess he what? Ask I
Village proclaimed, fore saw.
50, the years
Indeed and indeed
Seas and oceans now shrink
Hurray, rivers and valleys merge now
Our globe is small
Our village is small
What place this is
Jerusalem, we may
Shiner, Nineveh, Sodom, we may
Gog of Maggog, Gomorrah
Our village it is
Washington or Oju
Brisbane or Axum
Globe made village, village made globe
Bubble then we may, no hindrance now
Shout we shall, they hear us now
Electric, electronics circuit now
Out -do we, space and time now
Jubilate, celebrate, we may
Come then, pop the wine
Let the washing begin
From Atlanta, stop not
Through Peru ere dusk fall
Wash we till dawn
This village of no secrets
Little ones in rot wallow
A name haven't we built we?
Market place of ideas
Buy, sell oppression
Interfaces for terrorism
Our village of great glory
Closer knit the town crier pulled this home
Farther yet apart, the rich and humble
Free philantropism
Charity of doom, our village co-operative
One village live we
And have we millionaires' quarters?
North and south
How the West West work
And still have we Asia Africa and Latin America
This village of mine have we a head
This village of his share no named
This village of mine has one tongue
This village of his is Babel.
My home here share rules, share principles
Our home here share no bonds
We commune in mortal face and pace
They reach in many means by lightning
My village took six moons of the conquerors to march
Our village takes sixty seconds of electromags to round
In Megiddo lives the village head
To Megiddo we head
Megiddo lies ahead
To doom, destruction, desperate, we head.
Paraphrase
It was in the year 1960 that Marshal McLuhan, the one they call professor, and I ask what he professes. O! He it was that made the proclamation that predicted the coming of the village.
Of course his prophecy has come true; for seas and ocean have shrunk, hallelujah, even the rivers and valleys have merged and made the globe really small, our village is small.
What is this our village? Call it Jerusalem if you like, we may call it Shinah, Nineveh, Sodom, Gog of Maggog or Gomorrah
It is our village, whether it is called Washington in the USA or Oju in my Nigeria. Whether Brisbane or ancient Axum, the village has become the globe and the globe is now a village.
Let us dance now that our global village has no hindrance. We will shout because from every where, we can now be heard all over the globe because we now have electric circuits that have made it possible for us to beat time and space.
We may jubilate and celebrate so let's gather to drink wine, and celebrate every where; from Atlanta there shouldn't be a dull moment, down to Peru. Begin in the evenings before night
Let's celebrate till dawn on account of this village where no information is hidden anymore, where even the children swim in moral decay. Haven't we made a name for ourselves?
Our global village is a market place of ideas, where we buy and sell oppression (globalization widens the gap between the haves and the have nots), yet we learn from each other, ways of sustaining this relationship. Globalization has multiplied terrorism, yet we glory in the global village.
The mass media (town crier) has succeeded in pulling us together but the rich and poor have yet been separated farther. Even our co-operations and philantropism (grants, donations etc.) have no answers.
Will you say we live in the same village really? Yet we have a distinction between (developed, developing and under-developed) nations. A close knit village yet we have the North and South divide, where the North is millionaires' quarters and Asia, Africa and Latin America remain impoverished.
In my village, there is a village head. This global village doesn't even share similar names. My village speaks one language; this global village has nothing but confusion.
In my village there are rules and guiding principles that guarantee moral life styles. This global village has nothing holding it together. In my home town we relate at human pace and face-to-face but in this global village, the mass media transmit in lightning speed, with nothing personal.
It took the colonial masters six months to navigate to my father land, now it takes only sixty seconds for electromagnetic waves to round the whole globe.
The head of this global village lives in Armageddon and to Armageddon we are hurrying, desperately seeking destruction.
Notes
While the world celebrates the emergence of the global village (globalization), there are issues that must be raised. This global village has succeeded in over coming the difficulties posed by time and space in communication but hasn't it equally widened the gap between the rich and the poor? Haven't terrorism and moral rot also been globalised without remedy? This piece places "my village" side by side with the global village, trying to point out what things are amidst in this new global village. At the end of the day, the final battle between good and evil at Megiddo will wipe out this village that desperately hurries us to the end of days.
Figures of speech: Imagery, Metaphor, Assonance, Rhyme Rhetoric, Litote.
Dreg En Ay is an author of twelve poems, including the globalisation piece, MEGGIDO, and three prose works currently undergoing publishing in the United States of America and in Africa. He renders consultant services in all forms of writings, social communications research and creativity, delivering public lectures on similar subject matters. He is a seasoned blogger. to read more of his works, view http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Dreg_En_Ay En Ay or http://dreg-creativewritingtechniques.blogspot.com
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