[kahljorn]

TO SUMMON THIS UP WITH A POEM:

Mapped Boundries, land paintde with blue sand
One foot here, one foot there, you never know just where
I drew a man in this sand, red crayon, I named him sam
Gentlemen's cane, thick with ivy, swung and struck poor sandman's hand
Murder, masacre I cursed, how could you harm my mount of dirt?
For this measure of malice I will not stand
No blood was seen, for this his hand i drew in green, just to understand his great obscenes
The scene had changed, I conjurde new time and foe
For poor sam, the man of sand, the seeds of war were sewn.