Twenty-Five Years....Next To Alice

Sending out an invitation to attend a special meeting where astute deliberation is at home, however fleeting as a common, simple act, ergo those who are intact in their cranial cognition carefully weigh their position just before they do attend, those unlikely to offend party crashers uninvited get their little heads excited and they pack their bag of tricks to collect perverted kicks. Since they do not have the brains they can make no real gains in a rational discussion even with applied concussion to the numbskulls that they wear, it won't work, since nothing's there. All exposed and recognised still they act as if surprised isolated by their hate they go into aggro state, hide behind a cedar tree and throw stones at all the free balanced and congenial neighbours hiding bowie knives and sabers. What if God could take the time (after reading this great rhyme) , to come down and tell those souls that they ought to change their goals, that in life what counts is kindness and that bigotry and blindness lead to strife and bitter feelings and that man, in all his dealings with his fellow be a friend which, of course, is just a blend of one's heart and soul combined human beings must be kind only kindness is the key for the spirit to be free. Well, as you know, our God has tried what I suggest, though they have lied while shaking in their boots that day and promising to work and pray their minds were scheming new distress that's why the world is in a mess. And in the end what counts on earth is whether one is good, from birth and stays that way, all without malice it is like 'living next to Alice.'