It is the promise we give to our children
That all men were created equal
That the blood of our father's
shall not be in vain
And that in God
The will of the people
By the people
Shall not perish from the face of the earth
And then
Before the ink dries up
We are at it
Throwing the bathwater
with the baby in it
Out of the window!
(partly adapted from the film: Lincoln)
YOU ARE READING
road to nowhere.... somewhere...
PoetryIt's an agreed coalition of the willing! Airlines agreeing to feed the "esteemed travellers" with miniature stuff, nations hoarding gas and water to pass a UN resolution at Newyork, Geneva, Nairobi and Vienna. We are all playing "house" .
