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Sun Spots, v. 4, issue 3, whole no. 15, February 1941

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February, 1941.   SUN  SPOTS   Page 9.

[[underline]]THE WORLD OF TOMORROW?[[end underline]]
By
J.Edward Davis

Of the years soon to come, like a prophet I see
The world of tomorrow, when all shall be free;
Life will be naught, and strife is nor more,
A globe floating on emptied by war!

II

But wait! There is one left alone,
'Tis that powercrazed man who wanted a throne.
Now he has all---all that remains,
The rocks, the rivers, the mountains, the lanes.

III

But while this lingers, he has not one friend,
Since except for himself, life is at end.
He stands there alone---everything still,
To the right lies a vally, to the left a hill.

IV
Has God forgotten that he is still here;
Why doesn't He take him, seems it not queer?
Deserveth he this---a life worse than death,
To stay here alone, till he draws his last breath?

V
"Why", he screams out, "Why must I stay,
When the others have all gone away?
Oh God in the heavens, i didn't mean wrong,
I wanted but power to make my land strong!

VI
"I craved and I yearned, and I tried and I failed,
Please take me now,"he cries and he wails.
He stands very still, grasping a knife,
Nothing is left, but to take his own life.

VII
Nervously now, he raises it high,
Ready at last for that fatal try.
---The blade plunges down, but not for his breast,
It lies at his feet, eternally at rest!

VIII
His courage was waned---the moments now past,
This spinnless creature is doomed---doomed to be last.
---like a prophet I see the world of tomorrow,
The world of ONE man, drowned in his sorrow.

[[underline]]THE END[[end underline]]

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February, 1941. SUN SPOTS Page 9. [[underline]]THE WORLD OF TOMORROW?[[end underline]] By J.Edward Davis Of the years soon to come, like a prophet I see The world of tomorrow, when all shall be free; Life will be naught, and strife is nor more, A globe floating on emptied by war! II But wait! There is one left alone, 'Tis that powercrazed man who wanted a throne. Now he has all---all that remains, The rocks, the rivers, the mountains, the lanes. III But while this lingers, he has not one friend, Since except for himself, life is at end. He stands there alone---everything still, To the right lies a vally, to the left a hill. IV Has God forgotten that he is still here; Why doesn't He take him, seems it not queer? Deserveth he this---a life worse than death, To stay here alone, till he draws his last breath? V "Why", he screams out, "Why must I stay, When the others have all gone away? Oh God in the heavens, i didn't mean wrong, I wanted but power to make my land strong! VI "I craved and I yearned, and I tried and I failed, Please take me now,"he cries and he wails. He stands very still, grasping a knife, Nothing is left, but to take his own life. VII Nervously now, he raises it high, Ready at last for that fatal try. ---The blade plunges down, but not for his breast, It lies at his feet, eternally at rest! VIII His courage was waned---the moments now past, This spinnless creature is doomed---doomed to be last. ---like a prophet I see the world of tomorrow, The world of ONE man, drowned in his sorrow. [[underline]]THE END[[end underline]]