The Time Has Come

_ Erupt vile menace,

For thou wilt take no more from me. _ I shall no longer surrender

__ That which I hold, in heart, so dearly. _ Dost thou think that thou art better

_ Than all of us ordinary mortals

_ Who have little else than love _ To open our own private portals? _ Take arms if ye dare, - But I think that thou would be a fool to

_ Bear arms against one who can wound with mere words.

_ Tis not I, for I have no eloquence in my words, ' But there is another, greater than I,

_ Who will destroy the very thoughts thou thinkst. _ He shall rip thou apart,

_ He shall rot thou apart,

_ He shall rot your infantile mind

_ Until it, like thou, has no use.

_ Who is it to whom I refer?

| Who is this great terror that I speak f?

_ Why ’tis thine own reflection,

For what worse torture could come to a monster Than being left to contemplate his own distortions?

‘Anthony N. Chandler

PX or \e KS* gah 2 ex {o ® ol - wo cos @ 4 490 as NV

ww a gk on i a sr at 9 Poste We ago ‘

A Little Mash For The Backlash. | Who are we before one and other

As our eyes met and pass

There is another

But it is too quick to see into those eyes Too quick to see into their hearts

Is their heart male or female

Oh maybe their just another.

Each day goes by and may other

My mother, who is another beautiful being Yes we are another to

Just as the skies are blue

She says live the golden rule

And so does he my father who

Is another, say

Love one another

Yes we are friends not foes so now

We can progress together with one Another without ill weather,

Under the shining rule love one another.

William Tell Blair Kelly