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"The Gods of the Copybook Headings" - Rudyard Kipling (Spinmeisters of 1901... and now)

Written by Subject: Propaganda
(Publisher: Can you hear the War Drums getting louder?... there is a reason. The Big Bad Guys are losing control and will do whatever it takes to maintain and enhance their positions of power. Sooner or later we'll be faced with a 'Space Alien' invasion if we don't start marching in support of more wars. Rudyard Kipling called bullshit on these tactics over a hundred years ago. Thanks to Buck M. for pointing out this poem.)

The Gods of the Copybook Headings

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

Clip from 1988 Classic
"They Live" by John Carpenter

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Comment by Ducati Jeanne
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  To put this poem into perspective/explain the term "Copybook Headings" please see below. 

Since I grew up in the Great White North, I swear when I was in grade school we still had a version of "copybook headings" and yes, I am old.  : ~ ) 

Published in October 1919 when the poet was 53 years old, "The Gods of the Copybook Headings" has proved enduringly popular, despite the fact that copybooks disappeared from schoolrooms in Britain and America during, or shortly after, World War 2.  A copybook was an exercise book used to practice one's handwriting in.  The pages were blank except for horizontal rulings and a printed specimen of perfect handwriting at the top.  You were supposed to copy this specimen all down the page.  The specimens were proverbs or quotations, or little commonplace hortatory or admonitory sayings�the ones in the poem illustrate the kind of thing.  These were the copybook headings.


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