Reading in these forums over the past few weeks, and seeing the discussions of unfortunate consequences of INNOCENT AND/OR HELPFUL KNIFE DEPLOYMENT + SHEEPLE = COMPLETE OR NEAR DISASTER, I got inspired to write an article on my blog that turned instead into a poem. I thought you gang here might enjoy it:
You can read the entire blog post here.
Oh supple blade,
Pliant and keen,
Tool of mans motive,
Noble and mean.
Formed to serve purpose -
To part what must part,
To pierce what needs piercing,
To end and to start.
Once crafted of glass
Out of Earths fiery core,
Steel now gives you life,
Historys rich with your lore!
Servant of Life,
Its protector and taker,
Keen shining symbol
Of mover and shaker.
Faithful minion of chef,
Hunter, soldier, and wife,
Only few of your kind
Have taken a life.
Yet a new hew and cry
Resounds oer the land,
Thats needful of contest
And opposite stand.
I declare that my actions
Speak louder than tools,
Yet notice the opposite
Taken by fools.
Fools needful of shepherds,
Though wolves in sheeps clothing,
With sheep soothing words,
Made from honey glazed loathing.
Deciding my blade
Now brands me a threat,
Though Ive saved many lives
And not taken one yet.
Ignoring that maybe
It serves other reason,
And serves me each day
Regardless the season.
The hammer can kill,
And nail boards down,
One can fill the bathwater
To relax in, or to drown.
The automobile,
Seen as daily essential,
Lends itself both to travel
And lethal potential.
So sheeple, now hear me,
Oer the words of your Master.
Before folly greases
Your road to disaster.
You are free only if
You take this thing as true -
All moral atonement you make
Is to you.
Whatever the tool,
Whatever your land,
The moral decision
Resides in your hand.
Evil lives, good men cant
Ignore this as certain,
They prepare for whats hid
Behind mysterys curtain.
But for evil to thrive,
Needs must men do their part,
So it finds space to grow
And take root in the heart.
To permit blaming a tool
For evils inception
Grants the servants of evil
Their most potent deception.
That to embrace independence
In thought, word and deed
Is the uttermost threat
To its new moral creed.
Yet, steadfastness comes
From the knowing of things,
By head, heart, and soul,
And the power that brings!
Things that can never
Be broken or lost,
Or taken away
By some evil lies tossed.
So take heart my sharp hearties,
And stand now your ground.
Let no lie go unchallenged,
Let but Truth now resound.
In the end, truth will win
And well drink in the lull,
To moments and tools
That will never be dull!
Pliant and keen,
Tool of mans motive,
Noble and mean.
Formed to serve purpose -
To part what must part,
To pierce what needs piercing,
To end and to start.
Once crafted of glass
Out of Earths fiery core,
Steel now gives you life,
Historys rich with your lore!
Servant of Life,
Its protector and taker,
Keen shining symbol
Of mover and shaker.
Faithful minion of chef,
Hunter, soldier, and wife,
Only few of your kind
Have taken a life.
Yet a new hew and cry
Resounds oer the land,
Thats needful of contest
And opposite stand.
I declare that my actions
Speak louder than tools,
Yet notice the opposite
Taken by fools.
Fools needful of shepherds,
Though wolves in sheeps clothing,
With sheep soothing words,
Made from honey glazed loathing.
Deciding my blade
Now brands me a threat,
Though Ive saved many lives
And not taken one yet.
Ignoring that maybe
It serves other reason,
And serves me each day
Regardless the season.
The hammer can kill,
And nail boards down,
One can fill the bathwater
To relax in, or to drown.
The automobile,
Seen as daily essential,
Lends itself both to travel
And lethal potential.
So sheeple, now hear me,
Oer the words of your Master.
Before folly greases
Your road to disaster.
You are free only if
You take this thing as true -
All moral atonement you make
Is to you.
Whatever the tool,
Whatever your land,
The moral decision
Resides in your hand.
Evil lives, good men cant
Ignore this as certain,
They prepare for whats hid
Behind mysterys curtain.
But for evil to thrive,
Needs must men do their part,
So it finds space to grow
And take root in the heart.
To permit blaming a tool
For evils inception
Grants the servants of evil
Their most potent deception.
That to embrace independence
In thought, word and deed
Is the uttermost threat
To its new moral creed.
Yet, steadfastness comes
From the knowing of things,
By head, heart, and soul,
And the power that brings!
Things that can never
Be broken or lost,
Or taken away
By some evil lies tossed.
So take heart my sharp hearties,
And stand now your ground.
Let no lie go unchallenged,
Let but Truth now resound.
In the end, truth will win
And well drink in the lull,
To moments and tools
That will never be dull!
You can read the entire blog post here.