jastro - a fragment

by eleanor rapunzel

eleanor rapunel writes poems about the cruelty and injustice of humam lige

people are bad, they should be good this is widely understood and yet as we turn history’s pages we find no records of golden ages jastro the fifteenth, emoeror of b———— built a fleet, and put to sea he sailed through wind and rain and thunder for unsuspecting worlds to plunder it came across a distant isle whose natives, innocent of guile displayed their unselfconscious charms and welcomed the fleet with open arms the natives were quickly disabused what they had, they had to lose and as night settled on the waves they were marched into the ships as slaves jastro’s bosom swelled with pride lust was his soul, and greed his guide he continued on his evil way as his successors do today * could we but find a ray of hope as we dangle from a fraying rope might we ask, what can we learn from history, as the planet burns