04-22-2008, 05:59 AM
I am transcribing a poem written by me towards midnight on 2-20-08. I am, of course, an amateur who is unfamiliar with the formal laws of poetry. Thus, what you read is purely and simply what was written. Please do not read in to this any undue political or religious messages. It is an attempt at poetry. Please enjoy:
Algae on the blue water,
a green blanket that strikes the blue,
like a strike force of militants overtaking
a stayed old building,
green overtaking blue like revolution,
all for the sake of a new society,
in which frogs may walk comfortably,
such is what some men call "evolution,"
science poured on top of religion like
algae on water,
while others call it "revolution,"
with the temerity to believe that
the comfort of the frog actually means
something,
as though comradeship matters
more than adaptability,
for what is adaptability than what
truly fits in to the All?
For you see my scientist friends,
the Algae is a sky in its own right,
meeting the blue sky at Infinity.
Algae on the blue water,
a green blanket that strikes the blue,
like a strike force of militants overtaking
a stayed old building,
green overtaking blue like revolution,
all for the sake of a new society,
in which frogs may walk comfortably,
such is what some men call "evolution,"
science poured on top of religion like
algae on water,
while others call it "revolution,"
with the temerity to believe that
the comfort of the frog actually means
something,
as though comradeship matters
more than adaptability,
for what is adaptability than what
truly fits in to the All?
For you see my scientist friends,
the Algae is a sky in its own right,
meeting the blue sky at Infinity.