Victor Sibley
A number of theoretical explorations,
I’ve not seen such bravery,
The home-coming salmon,
The study of current evolution.
Indefinitely postponing its triumph,
Give up rights that were dearly bought,
Lured into the false belief,
Sharing the fate of the South.
My mission is to eradicate,
That didn’t bother me,
The golden goose will never lay,
You threw them into the fountain.
Economizing by dropping artists,
Which we respect and honor;
It rests on a degree of organization,
You start to feel sick.
Recycled Poetry 