We are the White Hats

This poem has been keeping me awake at night, bugging me, begging to be written, -- so, okay, are you happy now, you mess of word spaghetti, you poop of alphabet soup?

The way the world is going, I look out the window only to see the little birdies chowing down on the feed I have given them. Afraid to turn on the radio and hear the morning news, I then make coffee. Jeeze, and humans are supposed to be the "crown of creation"? Yeech!

We come from the City that shines upon on the hill.
We are the good guys who wear the white hats!

We propagate freedom and more than that,
a thousand years from now, Our City will
be a shining beacon of liberty,
our legacy to posterity!

A charnel house or two along the way,
maybe more, may be necessary
to help Secure the Peace, perhaps a war
now and then, who's to say?

But, like the Snarly often says,
"It's better we fight them over there than risk
our chance for global hegemony"