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.