Preface
Some love the summer, some love the winter...
If the Bard had lived in this age
To witness how his works are read...
I throw the first fist,
Get away from my good friend...
My friend gets punched hard,
And does not get right back up...
There are still some slaves,
But not as much as there were...
Not Ok
All black lives matter...
The Year 3251
Tons of hover cars fill the sky...
She puts the knife on the lamb’s throat
but seeing the innocent lamb in the eyes...
You wake to more than sunlight and compassion -
there is more to the routine than just a pattern...
We who in the dust of creation have turned...
sloping away like glacier...
God is dead,
thus Zarathustra said...
Ancient Rome
Back in the year 753 BC...