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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Equality</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Elders of the Tribe were grouped<br>And squatted in the Council Cave;<br>They seemed to be extremely pooped,<br>And some were grim, but all were grave:<br>The subject of their big To-do<br>Was axe-man Chow, the son of Choo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up spoke Tribal Wiseman Waw:<br>&quot;Brothers, today I talk to grieve:<br>As an upholder of the Law<br>You know how deeply we believe<br>In Liberty, Fraternity,<br>And likewise Equality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;A chipper of the flint am I;<br>I make the weapons that you use,<br>And though to hunt I never try,<br>To bow to hunters I refuse:<br>But stalwart Chow, the son of Choo<br>Is equal to us any two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;He is the warrior supreme,<br>The Super-caveman, one might say;<br>The pride of youth, the maiden's dream,<br>And in the chase the first to slay.<br>Where we are stunted he is tall:<br>In short, a menace to us all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;He struts with throwing stone and spear;<br>And is he not the first to wear<br>Around his waist with bully leer<br>The pelt of wolf and baby bear!<br>Admitting that he made the kill<br>Why should he so exploit his skill?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Comrades, grave counsel we must take,<br>And as he struts with jest and jibe,<br>Let us act swiftly lest he make<br>Himself Dictator of our Tribe:<br>The Gods have built him on their plan:<br>Let us reduce him to a man.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so they seized him in the night,<br>And on the sacrificial stone<br>The axe-men of the Tribe did smite,<br>Until one limb he ceased to own.<br>There! They had equalized the odds,<br>Foiling unfairness of the Gods.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Chow has lost his throwing arm,<br>And goes around like every one;<br>No longer does he threaten harm,<br>And tribal justice has been done.<br>For men are equal, let us seek<br>To grade the Strong down to the weak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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And squatted in the Council Cave;
They seemed to be extremely pooped,
And some were grim, but all were grave:
The subject of their big To-do
Was axe-man Chow, the son of Choo.

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