An Epic Poem
Sitting around a table were five great men
A peculiar gathering happened then
They had all been friends a long time ago
But then, each their own path did go.
Now they came back together to see what they learned
So they sat round that table, and each in turn
Spoke on the meaning of power.
The first was a man of great physical strength
He rolled up his sleeve it's entire length,
Then flexing his muscle, he began to speak:
"This is true power, and what you should seek.
With a single punch, I can knock out a man,
Want me to throw him? Even that, I can
When it comes to war, I take care of you whelps
But to fight off enemies, it's a gun that helps
You can kill someone from 100 yards out
You can hit ten men before they can shout
But the best of all is a massive bomb!
That'll blow you away no matter where you're from
Just drop in on the field, a little spark, then BOOM!
When the dust clears you've got a whole lot more room
That's true power! And beauty, too.
In an instant your enemies are gone to the great big blue."
Then the next man stood, with a perfect smile
He wore a suit of expensive style
His sculpted face was an actor's dream
He began his speech to win to his team:
"I admire your strength, my unrefined friend,
But your reasoning, as ever, is flawed once again
Where do you get the right to carry out that war?
The funding? The research? That's what I'm here for.
Without fine leaders, such as myself,
All would be in danger, even our health!
True power is in people, the hearts of man,
They're so easy to sway, that's why I ran.
You commanded maybe 20, 50 at most?
I have thousands in my hand, from coast to coast!
Though your piddly bomb might kill 100 men,
The amount I can send may seem to never end.
With a flick of the wrist, I sign words into laws
My fans will fight for my smokescreen cause
Under "rights" the people feel that they're safe
They don't realize I have power to give, and to take
My very whims may affect where you end!
The pen is mightier than the sword, my friend"
Then the third guy stood in his jeans and plaid shirt
He looked at his solid gold watch with a smirk
Though he wasn't portly, and had good health
He was still full enough you could see his wealth
He flick off what had once been a large cigar,
That must have been imported from somewhere far
Among other business he was a loan shark
And began his spiel with a scalding remark:
"Thank you gentlemen, for that waste of time.
Which I consider a precious resource of mine
You see, time is money, and money is power.
Which is why I'm sad that I've lost this hour.
I understand power; I worked hard to get it
Unlike this buffoon who just sort of met it
You know where I started? 12 dollars, that's all!
Now with what I've got, I could buy my own mall.
Money makes the world go round, you see
True power is the power to buy, that's the key
Everything in this world has it's price,
Your armies and campaigns could be mine, but I'm nice
If you can be bought, I'm making the laws
If I break them, no problem, my lawyer's on call.
You rely on your words to make people happy
I just throw out some green and they all start clapping
True power all starts in this little dime.
Here, have it, but remember...
*Flick*
I'll take what's rightfully mine"
The fourth man, following, took the stand
He had glasses on, and a book in hand
Though he had a goatee, his hair was a mop
Then he slammed open the book on the table top
It’s pages were old, they were worn and torn
He began to speak with a look of scorn:
"This was written by a man who, though he is dead
Knew that true power is found in the head
'Knowledge is power, it will set you free'
So it says right here, so can we all see
Your theories are invalid, because they're all flawed
I will prove this to you, so prepare to be awed
Who made that bomb? A scientist, that's who!
If he didn't leave instruction, you wouldn't know what to do
What's more, give us time to study it out
We can create a perfect defense, no doubt.
And who made the country, the original laws?
Some of the greatest thinkers, who had a real cause!
What have you learned to do? To create an applause?
How to lie, how to swindle, how to steal with your claws?
Every advancement in Econ has been made through math.
Stocks and bonds, banking, computers, all followed that same path
Money itself was invented! It was through using a brain.
You can pay for an education, but you can't buy mental gain
Through theories, and postulates, we push the boundaries of science,
That helps your soldiers, your voters, and your clients
You can't measure the power of knowledge, my friends
It's limitless! For the slower among us, that means without end.
The room then erupted, as tempers flared,
Not a tongue was held back, not an insult spared
The four in a struggle of words were contending,
Their opposing opinions showed no sign of ending.
Then stood the last man with a stern, but calm look
He had on a plain white shirt, his head, he shook.
He was older than each of his friends, and yet
He let each one go first, as he sat quiet
He continued this peculiarly silent trend of his,
Till the fighting calmed down to a gentle fizz
Then with his piercing blue eyes, and his clean-shaven face
He looked directly at each till they sat in their place
"Oh look, ----, the priest wants to speak." said the first,
With look of disgust, and a mild curse.
"I suppose," spoke the second, with a voice of disdain
"There is freedom of religion, though to me that's a pain"
"Prepare to be bored!" said the third, wryly smiling
"As we hear again about money defiling."
Spoke the fourth "Oh, great!" (sarcastically so)
"The master of myths wants to give it a go."
These they each spoke as a last attack,
Then were pricked by his gaze, and could not look back.
When the room was then in a state of silence,
And the men were no longer on the verge of violence,
The last closed his eyes, and took a deep breath,
Then with calm he began, and thus he saith:
Oops...
I haven't finished yet...
Hehehe...
But it'll come.
news:
We are nearing the end of transfers... that's scary!
I feel much better this week, I was kind of not happy last week, sorry.
There have been changes to our work as missionaries. For one, the focus is now completely on baptism. I suppose it always was, but now it's refocused. We have more flexible schedules so we can proselyte earlier. We get to choose when we fit our studies in.
And Elder Bednar will be visiting our mission on the 25th of February!
!!!!!!!!!
(That's excitement spelled with exclamation marks)
I love you, I am soooo sorry, and I'm doing fine. We had three baptisms last week, and it would have been four, but there is no divorce in the Philippines, so the dad is going to have to wait a long time to be baptized.
Thanks for missing me. Thanks for praying for me. Thanks for loving me.
Next week,
From,
Elder Streeter
A peculiar gathering happened then
They had all been friends a long time ago
But then, each their own path did go.
Now they came back together to see what they learned
So they sat round that table, and each in turn
Spoke on the meaning of power.
The first was a man of great physical strength
He rolled up his sleeve it's entire length,
Then flexing his muscle, he began to speak:
"This is true power, and what you should seek.
With a single punch, I can knock out a man,
Want me to throw him? Even that, I can
When it comes to war, I take care of you whelps
But to fight off enemies, it's a gun that helps
You can kill someone from 100 yards out
You can hit ten men before they can shout
But the best of all is a massive bomb!
That'll blow you away no matter where you're from
Just drop in on the field, a little spark, then BOOM!
When the dust clears you've got a whole lot more room
That's true power! And beauty, too.
In an instant your enemies are gone to the great big blue."
Then the next man stood, with a perfect smile
He wore a suit of expensive style
His sculpted face was an actor's dream
He began his speech to win to his team:
"I admire your strength, my unrefined friend,
But your reasoning, as ever, is flawed once again
Where do you get the right to carry out that war?
The funding? The research? That's what I'm here for.
Without fine leaders, such as myself,
All would be in danger, even our health!
True power is in people, the hearts of man,
They're so easy to sway, that's why I ran.
You commanded maybe 20, 50 at most?
I have thousands in my hand, from coast to coast!
Though your piddly bomb might kill 100 men,
The amount I can send may seem to never end.
With a flick of the wrist, I sign words into laws
My fans will fight for my smokescreen cause
Under "rights" the people feel that they're safe
They don't realize I have power to give, and to take
My very whims may affect where you end!
The pen is mightier than the sword, my friend"
Then the third guy stood in his jeans and plaid shirt
He looked at his solid gold watch with a smirk
Though he wasn't portly, and had good health
He was still full enough you could see his wealth
He flick off what had once been a large cigar,
That must have been imported from somewhere far
Among other business he was a loan shark
And began his spiel with a scalding remark:
"Thank you gentlemen, for that waste of time.
Which I consider a precious resource of mine
You see, time is money, and money is power.
Which is why I'm sad that I've lost this hour.
I understand power; I worked hard to get it
Unlike this buffoon who just sort of met it
You know where I started? 12 dollars, that's all!
Now with what I've got, I could buy my own mall.
Money makes the world go round, you see
True power is the power to buy, that's the key
Everything in this world has it's price,
Your armies and campaigns could be mine, but I'm nice
If you can be bought, I'm making the laws
If I break them, no problem, my lawyer's on call.
You rely on your words to make people happy
I just throw out some green and they all start clapping
True power all starts in this little dime.
Here, have it, but remember...
*Flick*
I'll take what's rightfully mine"
The fourth man, following, took the stand
He had glasses on, and a book in hand
Though he had a goatee, his hair was a mop
Then he slammed open the book on the table top
It’s pages were old, they were worn and torn
He began to speak with a look of scorn:
"This was written by a man who, though he is dead
Knew that true power is found in the head
'Knowledge is power, it will set you free'
So it says right here, so can we all see
Your theories are invalid, because they're all flawed
I will prove this to you, so prepare to be awed
Who made that bomb? A scientist, that's who!
If he didn't leave instruction, you wouldn't know what to do
What's more, give us time to study it out
We can create a perfect defense, no doubt.
And who made the country, the original laws?
Some of the greatest thinkers, who had a real cause!
What have you learned to do? To create an applause?
How to lie, how to swindle, how to steal with your claws?
Every advancement in Econ has been made through math.
Stocks and bonds, banking, computers, all followed that same path
Money itself was invented! It was through using a brain.
You can pay for an education, but you can't buy mental gain
Through theories, and postulates, we push the boundaries of science,
That helps your soldiers, your voters, and your clients
You can't measure the power of knowledge, my friends
It's limitless! For the slower among us, that means without end.
The room then erupted, as tempers flared,
Not a tongue was held back, not an insult spared
The four in a struggle of words were contending,
Their opposing opinions showed no sign of ending.
Then stood the last man with a stern, but calm look
He had on a plain white shirt, his head, he shook.
He was older than each of his friends, and yet
He let each one go first, as he sat quiet
He continued this peculiarly silent trend of his,
Till the fighting calmed down to a gentle fizz
Then with his piercing blue eyes, and his clean-shaven face
He looked directly at each till they sat in their place
"Oh look, ----, the priest wants to speak." said the first,
With look of disgust, and a mild curse.
"I suppose," spoke the second, with a voice of disdain
"There is freedom of religion, though to me that's a pain"
"Prepare to be bored!" said the third, wryly smiling
"As we hear again about money defiling."
Spoke the fourth "Oh, great!" (sarcastically so)
"The master of myths wants to give it a go."
These they each spoke as a last attack,
Then were pricked by his gaze, and could not look back.
When the room was then in a state of silence,
And the men were no longer on the verge of violence,
The last closed his eyes, and took a deep breath,
Then with calm he began, and thus he saith:
Oops...
I haven't finished yet...
Hehehe...
But it'll come.
news:
We are nearing the end of transfers... that's scary!
I feel much better this week, I was kind of not happy last week, sorry.
There have been changes to our work as missionaries. For one, the focus is now completely on baptism. I suppose it always was, but now it's refocused. We have more flexible schedules so we can proselyte earlier. We get to choose when we fit our studies in.
And Elder Bednar will be visiting our mission on the 25th of February!
!!!!!!!!!
(That's excitement spelled with exclamation marks)
I love you, I am soooo sorry, and I'm doing fine. We had three baptisms last week, and it would have been four, but there is no divorce in the Philippines, so the dad is going to have to wait a long time to be baptized.
Thanks for missing me. Thanks for praying for me. Thanks for loving me.
Next week,
From,
Elder Streeter
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