It's A World For All Poem by Godfrey Morris

The test of history never rest

A queue of villians give their best.

Coniving, cheating passing threats.

All this for a prize - a world for only one to keep.

If all these ways were ever had.

I fear -

I dreadfully fear what ills there be.

Genocide - an excluded kind.

One supreme tongue.

Greek, Latin even French and German perhaps


But history remains a true defender
.
This world was never made for one.

Cruel intentions must fade

They must learn

It is a world for all

Never a world for one.