A Journal for Western Man-- Issue IV
G. Stolyarov II
For twenty-seven wretched years
Man a great blunder had condoned,
Accepted idleness from fears
That sacred progress had dethroned.
And in oppression�s dark regime
�T was made a horrid crime to know
How to prevent destruction�s scheme
And cause technology to grow.
Fueled by a mutual distrust,
Opponents thought that to destroy
Civilization was a must
If any did a fiery nuke employ.
Therefore no effort had been made
To implement a wondrous shield,
That prospects of destruction fade
And would desired arms races yield.
For, friends, what is a state
In which two titans do compete,
Constantly mending every trait
For better? �Tis profoundly sweet.
Instead of halting as do fools
We have at last resolved to rise.
Woe�s come to him who idly drools
And gazes through antiprogressive eyes.
And none shall thwart our sprint ahead,
From which shall safety stem.
No more exists repression dread.
No more is ABM.
