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Array ( [sid] => 1570 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Legacy [time] => 2002-08-01 21:20:33 [hometext] => This poem is unintelligibly complex. In just twenty lines, it hints at several different topics, but the only one that gets any sort of detail is the Legacy to which the title refers. Enjoy. [bodytext] => Walk away little one, you’re not old enough to see this.
Walk away little one, only cripples are allowed.
Walk away quiet child, if they see you they will scream.
Walk away pretty now, else they’ll take your little soul.

Come inside my fellow human, come inside my fellow man.
Come inside, I’ll make some soup.
Come inside, I’ll make it warm.
Come inside my little boy and eat some soup away with fear.

No, not here, you don’t belong, your test scores show you’re rather slow.
No, not here, you smell of urine and chlorinated charcoal.
No, not here, you walk in circles, speak in tongues, and eat without a fork.
No, not here, nobody wants you. You scare us because you have no eyes.

You’re welcome sir, and thank you too for giving me that perfect soup.
You’re welcome sir, I promise you that I’ll say nothing to the police.
You’re welcome sir, I understand and sometimes things just go that way.
You’re welcome sir, as I remember, twelve in twenty-five will die.

I’m sorry too sir, please forgive me, for any wrongs I may have done.
I’m sorry too sir, nothing’s sacred, yet I know that I was bad.
I’m sorry too sir, I was perfect and then Hammurabi came.
I’m sorry too sir, please forgive me, I loved her sir, but she ate my bread. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 34 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )

Legacy

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Thursday, 1st August 2002 @ 09:20:33 PM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics

Walk away little one, you’re not old enough to see this.
Walk away little one, only cripples are allowed.
Walk away quiet child, if they see you they will scream.
Walk away pretty now, else they’ll take your little soul.

Come inside my fellow human, come inside my fellow man.
Come inside, I’ll make some soup.
Come inside, I’ll make it warm.
Come inside my little boy and eat some soup away with fear.

No, not here, you don’t belong, your test scores show you’re rather slow.
No, not here, you smell of urine and chlorinated charcoal.
No, not here, you walk in circles, speak in tongues, and eat without a fork.
No, not here, nobody wants you. You scare us because you have no eyes.

You’re welcome sir, and thank you too for giving me that perfect soup.
You’re welcome sir, I promise you that I’ll say nothing to the police.
You’re welcome sir, I understand and sometimes things just go that way.
You’re welcome sir, as I remember, twelve in twenty-five will die.

I’m sorry too sir, please forgive me, for any wrongs I may have done.
I’m sorry too sir, nothing’s sacred, yet I know that I was bad.
I’m sorry too sir, I was perfect and then Hammurabi came.
I’m sorry too sir, please forgive me, I loved her sir, but she ate my bread.

Copyright Â© Butterat_Zool ... [ 2002-08-01 21:20:33]
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Re: Legacy (User Rating: 1 )
by Jason_Robert_Britt on Friday, 2nd August 2002 @ 06:53:08 AM AEST
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I am not sure what this is about, but I really liked it anyways... keep it up =)

Re: Legacy (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterat_Zool on Friday, 2nd August 2002 @ 07:23:28 AM AEST
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Well, that first comment makes me think that i should explain this one a bit more clearly. Hammurabi was an ancient babylonian ruler, and the first ruler to ever write down the country's laws. Before his time, the weathy could steal and kill and harm the poor and the kings could just say that it was all perfectly legal and then when the poor did anything remotely wrong, the king would claim that the law said that they were guilty of whatever and would punish them severely. Hence the line "I was perfect and then Hammurabi came." This is the story of wealthy young man on the run from the law because he committed a violent crime against a poor friend of his who ate his bread. The first place he seeks refuge in (the first verse) turns him away cuz he's too young. Then he finds a charitable fellow criminal who is willing to take him in (the second verse). After a meal, he leaves to continue on his way, but the next place he goes turns him away simply for being strange (third verse). Discouraged, he goes back to the criminal (fourth verse), and apologizes for imposing on the man by telling him his story (fifth verse).

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