I feel the world is urging a Shakespearean drama
While a semblance of reason slumps on the screen
History proves brute inclinations mold thoughts
The organism of earth at war with its own brain
Like trees at war with soil--soil at war with water
Doom is the final act that perversely arouses minds
We romanticize this eternal play of an apocalypse
With man taught to fight on his patriotic island
'Til neutral waves crash naturally on neutral earth
We scream hate from our sad isolation of culture
Yet we don't see the main island--culture of one
Earth alone. Floating--a pebble in a ubiquitous brook
We are truly an island, but ignorance narrows scope
Into inlets of our blinding enclaves; of the whole
Filling clear water with murky blood of dark fervour .
Nick Rush a 20 year old college student with a verve for poetry. Nothing satisfies him more than writing and reading. He says "The truest pleasure is when it all comes together, and apart all at once."