Like a self-righteous tide, here we are again
The latest current driving the latest white wave
Back to the perpetual beach
Lapping at the Cradle of Civilization,
That civilization, as soon as it was able,
Crawled, walked, BOLTED away from
And had the good sense to never look back
Ah, but never fear, Baby, the kinder, gentler Crusaders are here
Rocking the Cradle, rocking the boat--
(Oops! Out with the bathwater and into the moat!)
Nursing this vampire brat on the blood of Everyman
From the breast of Overconfidence
While I inhale the bleached and blasted
Dust of the desert dead of time immemorial
And wonder
Why did they ever think,
In their most grandiose beaurocratic fantasies,
That with just a little more killing
We could hope to slake this thirsty sand?

01/23/2005

Posted on 01/23/2005
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