Sonnet: Revamp The Place

A prowling tiger needs deportation; It ought to live in forests dense and wild; Some donkey-kids must too go out-station; The campus needs some revamping tho’ mild. The flag of justice must be hoisted high, On mast of truth that’s driven deep in earth; And once again, the birds must freely fly; A fragrance sweet again must fill the breath. The news-mongers must be tongue-tied again; Their craftiness won’t work for long, long days; For, people will become unduly sane; Some ought to change their wicked methods/ ways. The place will soon afforest green again; Our service will be boon to men, not bane. 7-27-2001 by Dr John Celes