[net.poems] War

c160-ax@zooey.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Raphael) (11/12/86)

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I heard the Future call my name;
"Come here," it said (and so I came)
To see the many clevr things that man had yet to find.
I looked them over, one by one
And then, all observations done
I asked the question foremost in my mind:

"Why so many weapons?" (Quite enough to fill the skies!)
"Because weapons are the answer," said the Father of All Lies,
"To every problem man has ever tried to face!
Though he never learns to use them,
Man continues to abuse them
Until one brief battle ends the human race!"

"But to each thing is a season,"
Answered back the Voice of Reason,
"Even weapons of destruction have their place.
And if you who would defend them
Tried to find the means to end them
Then together we could save the human race!"

As I watched the two opponents loudly bicker, yell and fight,
It soon became quite clear to me just who was in the right;
Reason was the choice that I would take.
Knowing this, I told him gladly;
He could only answer sadly
That this decision wasn't mine to make.

So tell Gorbachev and Reagan (or whomever it may be)
Know now that if the choice were left completely up to me
That I'd gladly throw the weapons all away.
For if we use them in our fear,
All our options disappear,
And we end up with a choice too dear to pay.

	    -Glen Raphael



"Through the intervening years, this ex-American baseball player who defected to
the Soviet Union rose through the ranks to his current position as the single,
driving force behind all Soviet foreign policy decisions.  It is he to whom
Reagan refers as 'The Evil Umpire' "