The Force Of Union Conquers

We All Scribble Poetry.

I've Gone Back In Time To When Dinosaurs Weren't Just Confined To Zoos.

Heaven Hears And Pities Hapless Men Like Me, For Sacred Ev'n To Gods Is Misery.

All Men Have Need Of The Gods.

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.