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The Cycle
Foreword: I wrote this piece in 1984. Seems kind of prophetic now.
On this day in time,
time ceased to exist;
because of the taste of greed,
men couldn't resist.
They wanted more oil,
they wanted more land;
So they bombed little countries,
and made their demands.
The killed men and women,
and children of every age;
There just seemed no stopping,
the big country's rage.
Now the little country decided,
to share all it's wealth;
It was in the best interest,
of their national health.
So they gave and they gave,
til there wasn't any more;
And finally decided,
they should prepare for a war.
But the big country had vanished,
when no more was gained;
And moved on to the next,
helpless country to attain.
Now the little country rebuilt,
and became very strong;
And they swore that no country ,
would again do them wrong.
They grew and they prospered,
and a mighty army they had;
That would accept any fight,
and be only too glad.
But soon they had found,
They needed more oil and more land;
So they bombed little countries,
and made their demands.
This cycle rolled along,
and all small nations would grow;
And the stage was all set,
for the world's final show.
Now on this day in time,
time ceased to exist;
Because of the taste of greed ,
men could not Resist.
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