Poem By Roy Whitman

An Old World. A New World.
Five hundred years hence. Christopher Columbus sets sail.
With all the Universe in suspense. A white man. A red man.
A tragedy apart. Disease strikes. Tears flow.
Modernity is tough from the start. Outer space the new frontier.
Imagined aliens still leer. America supreme. Europe a dame.
Time and technology undo the shame.

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