Once, a man did a horrible thing.
Those who made the rules scrambled to make more.
They wrapped themselves in cocoons of laws, and felt safe.


Again, a man did the same horrible thing.
Of course, the rule-makers did what they knew.
They made even more rules.
This time they shackled the land with manacles of paper and ink.


Again, a man did the same horrible thing.
The rule-makers did what they knew.
Around and around they went, the circles never ending.
The rule-makers never once thought, that what they knew might not be all there was to know.
Never once did they try to leave the circles.


A man tried to do the same horrible thing.
A brave man stopped him not by scratch of paper and pen,
but by strength of will, and by thunder of sulfur and iron.
The circle was shattered.