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World History in Three Stanzas

The oceans are burning!
The spermies keep squirming!
And somewhere I’m learning
why.

Rich nations are squandering!
Refugees are all wandering!
And the philosophers keep pondering
why.

The hatred keeps building!
Using fanatics for kindling!
And somewhere deep in the rancid bowels of history there’s an inkling
as to why.

Author notes

Yeah, I just thought it was funny.  If I've left anything out be sure to let me know, although I think I've covered just about everything...  

And I didnt notice the double meaning behind 'using fanatics for kindling' until after I had written it!  I swear!  I meant for the burning fires of hatred!  *sideglance*
Written September 28th, 2005

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  • reptilia
    September 30, 2005
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    Wonderful as usual. I liked it. Rancid bowles was an interesting statement, but orginal and I loved all of it.
    Some times you are to smart for your own good. Love!


  • liltandrhyme silver member
    September 29, 2005
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    Gotta like any poem featuring "the spermies keep squirming"....
    Also loved 'deep in the rancid bowels of history'... great line!

    I think you've managed to bring us right up to date, and in just 12 lines, that's some achievement. The worrying question is what the content of Stanza 4 will be, and if there will be anyone around to write it.....

    Well done on creating a work laden with doom which still manages to crack a smile!

    PJ