Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it. - Bertolt Brecht

He who laughs last has not yet heard the bad news.

The plum tree in the yard's so small
It's hardly like a tree at all.
Yet there it is, railed round
To keep it safe and sound.<p>The poor thing can't grow any more
Though if it could it would for sure.
There's nothing to be done
It gets too little sun.

Those who are weak don't fight.
Those who are stronger might fight
for an hour.
Those who are stronger still might fight
for many years.
The strongest fight
their whole life.
They are the indispensable ones.