Four Old Men (To my draft board)

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    Four Old Men (To my draft board)

    Four old men, who know not the meaning of guilt;
    Judge a man with a conscience.
    How can these deathmakers, these society made Gods;
    Who hold young men's lives for decision,
    Understand a man who is scared he might kill.
    They are Sunday Christians,
    Who interpret the Bible as thou shall not kill Americans.

    If I won't kill, why won't I help kill?, they ask.
    Can't they see that giving a man a gun,
    Is the same as doing the killing?
    Can't they see that healing a man to continue killing,
    Is the same as pulling the trigger?

    Because a man's absorbed political idealogy,
    Is different from my own,
    Is that reason to kill him?
    You say yes.
    Then sould I kill that loudmouth conservitive at the corner bar?
    You say No.

    WELL, MAKE UP YOUR MIND, DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    I believe in a societ of all men,
    A society of everyone on this seething breathing planet,
    A society where race, color, creed and nationality,
    Are undefinied.

    PVB 1965

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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