We
will, we say, “conquer” space.
Someday.
Though
in space there is no one to kill.
In
days of old, we conquered for gold,
but
killing's a much bigger thrill.
Even
at home, we can't leave things alone,
we
wander over the hill.
We
go to visit and if it's exquisite. . .
well,
you know the drill.
It
is not just “conquer we must”,
nor
is it ALL rape and pillage.
Spreading
our genes — effectively!
— means. . .
well,
it takes more than a village.
HISTORY
and DESTINY —
what
we preach and teach our young nippers —
are
overwrought and ought henceforth be thought of
as
just names for porn stars and strippers.