an excerpt from this poem:
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
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In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had
plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Heading said: "If you don't work you die."
The direct links to our current situation are scary; nothing does change, does it?
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If I quoted one of the lines beginning with "The gods of the Copybook Headings, on a bumpersticker in the PR of California, do you think I'd get my car keyed?
Or burned. Assuming you had local thugs who could read
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