Who did what to whom?
That's the history of the world
In a nutshell.
Did they do nice?
Did they do bad?
And, what and why is the difference?
Who's on top and why?
Who's on the bottom and why?
It's a hen fight to appear
Stronger, weaker,
Bolder, meeker.
All for what?
The grave and the eternal shadow
Cast in a cemetery somewhere.
Here we stand,
Looking at the stone.
It casts a shadow at noon
At night it's dark and alone.
Oh, that the sun rises soon.
Poet: W. Mahlon Purdin
read: 1791 times Rating:Date: 18 September, 2008
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