I can pillage, burn and destroy,
At the whim of my mind.
We are but savages controlled
By the insights of our thinking.
Who can question ancient thoughts,
If they have outlasted time.
Who is the judge, so proper,
To declare the idiocey contained within.
I for one, must step aside
And not try to judge what happened.
Time has a way of miscalculating
The unknown minds of ancient men.
Love ya!
Jane