NOT AKIN TO EAGLES

by

Ronald G. Auguste

(For Pat Buchanan)

The world is a large school-yard where we're big!
Biggest among the boys who strut their stuff!
Why should we not resist when things get rough,
As depraved bullies make the small boys dig
Burial places if they dare act tough?

Should savages be immune to reform?
Free to perform like monsters without fail?
Must all their ruthless, vulgar needs prevail?
How will you fix the places they deform,
If, not akin to eagles, we are Quail?

Why should we act as if we do not know
Those bullies use harsh measures to retard
Freedom at playtime -- usurping the yard....
You know, unchecked, their tyranny will grow!
Why should we look away in disregard?

Our world's a school-yard -- we must bear in mind
It swarms with heavies who should not be free,
To pounce upon every small kid they see!
You know they'll beat the helpless ones they find!
Why won't you see we should not let that be?

Man, you're so dense, you force me to be crude!
Those vicious scoundrels, thinking we will pass,
Or, at the worse, just kneel down and say mass,
Behave like modern Huns -- they're loud and rude!
Why can't you see at times we must kick ass?

NEXT?
Why don't you look at SILK STOCKINGS
by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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