Fertile Crescent, Iii

Fertile Crescent and Vestigial Conscience The sun overshadowing my morality my self- righteousness eclipsed Where early mans' dawn is, Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me if I pontificate platitudes that fail to connect us to full stomachs for our children, solid comfort during our elders’ aging and respite needs That McChrystal was sacrificed at the altar the way Abraham (*pause) to show faith O yea, my ancient ancestors from Ireland Maybe they had roots in Celtic lore Heralding Beowulf’s heroics And maybe they had someone in some way connected to various seafaring warring factions! Tyranny and takeover spark hatred vitriolic blinding rage, like action- oriented swarming killer bees~ Vestigial, then, is it - our primordial consciousness? Weeping flows, but flash floods cannot compare, and the burn of fury that hot lava NO! of liquid molten, from the deepest depths of Earth's core - even that cannot compare to the condemnation my foe must assume. With this pen I secure my conduit to the divine, My unpretentious foothold here from my pedestal, denouncing injustice! My spears are fueled Fertile Crescent Ghosts of pharaohs Branded timeless in stone Reigning order Condemning the vilified, as it is published by The Royal Geographical Society: Syria as the Gateway between East and West Leonard Woolley The Geographical Journal Vol. 107, No. 5/6 (May - Jun., 1946), pp. 179-190) And why shouldn’t this be so? Beowulf, an earliest epic Of Old English How proud and agile to be able To confer your legacy in written format Onto your generations and incursions ~ Daughters of the American Revolution, weren't you early colonists settling in Maryland? Wasn't The Crown's high noon tea wrought with hypocrisy? I was wrong when I supposed McCongress ordered striking the King's son off the Dollar Menu, To Go, when they showed up at the Drive-Thru window Morocco & France have tensions today that sprouted around this very topic, you know. Everyone has to pay attention to who the special children are, from the special castes - it is written and taught in children's international fairytales written by nations collectively- cultures present their insides in their telling of morals embellished inside gripping tales to their children, use of cultural symbols and delectable terms, the signs all lead directly to the diaper room. But for this poet, it was the Irish potato famine forbidding entry into libertine culture.