You Can't Write Poems About Trees When

People Who Understand Everything Get No Stories.

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

Society Cannot Share A Common Communication System So Long As It Is Split Into Warring Factions.

The Worst Illiterate Is The Political Illiterate. He Hears Nothing, Sees Nothing, Takes No Part In Political Life. He Doesn't Seem To Know That The Cost Of Living, The Price Of Beans, Of Flour, Of Rent, Of Medicines All Depend On Political Decisions. He Even Prides Himself On His Political Ignorance, Sticks Out His Chest And Says He Hates Politics. He Doesn't Know, The Imbecile, That From His Political Non-participation Comes The Prostitute, The Abandoned Child, The Robber And, Worst Of All, Corrupt Officials, The Lackeys Of Exploitative Multinational Corporations.

A Good Soldier Has His Heart And Soul In It. When He Receives An Order, He Gets A Hard On, And When He Drives His Lance Through His Enemy's Guts, He Comes.