
Poetry
Teacher:
“In 1492… Columbus sailed the Ocean Blue”
STOP!
Student:
“It’s True, It’s True, It’s True!
Through Oceans Black, and White. and Rocky Too!
The World so flat and Sea so Deep!
Each wave it rolled from God’s disturbed sleep
And shockwaves below; fish climbing mountains steep!
To sail all day and never stop
Places nothing but God’s Good Faith on top!
If common knowledge is true it is because it’s common
And our rotting collage poised no crew nor potential mirage.
The life at sea was the only life the crew had known
There was no thought nor expectation they’d end up home.
So over the sea the ships sailed three
With many stars they’d never seen.
To them so distant and so bright
The crew wondered at the sight.
To be a star and so alight
Singing a song of bells and flight
Perhaps Columbus and his crew
Knew how nice it would be to meet you too.”
STOP!
Teacher:
“You’ve gone on long enough! And hardly any manners!
Columbus’ arrogance has been challenged by none but you!
Just think for a verse of his Colossal curse
And the terrible peer pressure that leads to a hearse.
Bells and Chirps? And heavenly marriage?
What is it all if overlooking the carriage?
What are the stars but great lily pads?
That float suspended to make slimy toads glad.
For the crew there was no rotten collage
Only imagined reason based on no-lodge.
To search on and on into the unknown
Requires discovery this everyman knows.
Columbus’ mission of speeding to Asia
Was a matter of pride for all of Eurasia.
To spin in confusion the imagination of all
Requires indeed the wealthiest haul.
Day and night on the sea, the horizon intact
Drives any man to the edge, we acknowledge this fact.
‘Til his dying day Columbus insisted
The continent of Asia was the one he visited.
What can we make of this strange man
Who despite all the evidence stuck to his plan.
Was he manipulating history to embellish heroism?
T’was for this reason came the historic schism.
Columbus alive would win all the praise
And Columbus dead still lost in a maze.
Columbus the Christian still always devout
Much rather the native attacked by the Gout.
Jesus himself said to be loved by all
Though all of the masses made him feel small.
To hope for Columbus is the only way
To see the light of God in a day.
Reckless ambition oh what is the cost?
When all of your riches will one day be lost.
To make of others simple and brute
Taints accomplishment to its earthly root.
Today as we look back upon Columbus
Our minds appear as a misshapen Rhombus
Our athletes and stars are ridden with greed
And don’t trust their teammates like the children they feed.
When money trickles and slides it loses its meaning
The human itself forgets where it’s leaning.
And horizons and stars go from our guiding light
To our lonely friends along a glorious flight.
Twisting and turning Columbus his trusted Compass
Knew sands of time look like clumps to us.
And forever standing on land would he be
Knowing that native has seen what to see.
When right conduct fails
We remain as soft snails
And native regalia
So ornate marks us in Asia.
Again and again the sands of time churn
And again and again appears the ugly worm
We eat all we can find to show off to friends
While always maintaining we did all we can.
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Despite all the lies and the horrible behavior
And the miserable arrogance to claim Christ as the savior
Columbus! Columbus! You have set up us
A clear vision of our world rounder than a compass!"