A comedy of lines.

Heavens Gods under a splendid throne 

Do look upon the many Earths law allows

Gods have children selfish brats not a kin

To my princely God of thee children atop

The Bible many and more each generation

On or when it was the only right thing to do

Now that there choices spelled the old way

We see many new things find as well from

Wrong and fraught or thought that divides 

The pointing stick into lots other ways too

Lots luck this is where some names originate 

Comes into notice notes about not abandoned 

The charmed the few the Americans Louie’s horn

Did the cowboy fall from saddle or how America 

Was won in the pipe smoking tee/pee in just limbo

But there exist a strain of colors across the forest

All about its floors the forest opens closes its doors

So without that jubilee ado of promises the children

Of the promised one came and went before the chisel

Was cast aside for sharper tongs and plants to resow

And root for sipping green tea the third generation toast

Came to mind it dare not change the dietary law rather

The working laws of springs meeting night time romance

A third of generations by count age a bit more quickly 

Than by wait and instinct of choice or bread and table wine

Put everything in the green cooler beverage drink uplifts

The rights of spring gone array the grace period of conquest 

Overtook the walk for peace a simple truism best being best

The world is gathering momentum the plan to render time

As belonging to different time or space as impracticable outcome

Justly to see all sides.