Let us call it
To Greensale.

Pronounced "Green-Sale."

Derived from the word in Nigerian for "Desert".
asale.

Conjugated

Greensaling Pronounced (Greensailing)
Greensald Prounounced (Greensawld)
Greensals Prounounced (Greensawls)

Meaning for atypical conjugations are to make it as natural as breathing for farmers to restore forests anywhere. It cannot be any more English, therefore, any more a part of our natural language.

If we could have remained as lighthearted
As I did that day---
In my classroom I turned Columbine into a comedy.
For, I knew it was just human nature...
I knew that it was not so serious.

Yet, the news pushed the story
Traumatizing everyone in the nation.
Like they did with 9/11
Like they did with Covid...

School shootings were not so serious to me.
Neither are serial killings.
Neither are rapes, or robberies
Or any of the other random acts of violence.

Humanity errs, and it is true that
Men have done cruel things from the beginning.
Would I be afraid of Turks ramming babies with bayonets
If I lived in England? 
On the frontiers of any society,
There is mischief.
In schools, there is mischief,.

The whole of it is quite simple, really.
If we had a whole catalog of the sins
Committed by man on his brother
We'd have a list of evil that would be inexhaustible.

Therefore, evil happens in this world.
It is as true to human nature as good is.
There have always been evils;
Spreading the news of it does not fix the problem.
It only spreads the vanity of fear in wavering hearts.

"I lost my teesh," I said,
Pretending to be an old man.
The old man was shot;
The only one old enough to remember.
So with him, it seemed humor died
And America began the path to becoming afraid.

For, didn't even Jesus remark on the tower falling
Or Herod mingling the blood of victims with the sacrifice?
His words are not to let yourselves be shocked by it
And not to let it rule over your joy.

Nigh the fall of every Civilization
The babes are seen as food.
The men and women begin to lust after themselves.
The society begins to obscure gender.
The culture no longer understands love, but becomes vicious.
Property begins to dissipate.
Men are not appalled at murder.
Nor are they appalled at rape.
Children become vessels for expiring lustly desire.
Divorce begins to appear en masse.
Virginity is no longer prized, but is considered base.
Adultery increases, and women and men do not stay faithful.
Your fellow citizen begins to spy upon you.
Men will report on men to authorities for naught.
They will oppress the poor and the stranger.
They have no communal days of rest.
They forsake their traditions and holidays.
They muse of rebellion.

This is a short list, but what is observed by me
When I study the patterns of civilization.

Native Americans,
Japanese,
Chinese,
Europeans,
Russians, 
Aztecs,
Tribes in Africa,
Persians,
Babylonians,
Egyptians,
Arabians,
Incans
Canaanites
Jews---
The pattern exists across all human cultures I've studied.
If men begin to behave more like animals than men

And are not conquered,
Or starve themselves,
Or enslave themselves by corrupt governments 
Or create dark ages,---
They live at the frontiers as brigands and can enjoy none of the benefits of peace.

Two Spirit
Cannibalism
Patricide
Senicide
Killing the Mentally Handicapped and Mentally ill
Genocide---they would time to time systematically wipe another tribe out, and would pogrom white settlements;
Slavery
Rape
Murder
Theft
Infanticide
Child Prostitution
Human Sacrifice

These are all things Native Americans historically did.
White Culture deemed all of it illegal,
If not, you wouldn't have gotten half of Western Literature.
Check your illusions.

The first Reich was the Greek and Roman age,
The second Reich our Christian Roman age,
And the third Reich a Heathen Roman age.

The first believed in satyrs,
And believed in petty gods;
It believed in nymphs, centaurs
Cyclops and giants;
Monsters, and feared the wilds.
Its philosophy was pleasure;
Its morals based on class.

The second believes in Christ
And believes in one, Triune God.
It believes in saints, and prophets
Angels and demons,
Man, and it studied the wilds.
Its philosophy was to find order and love
Its morals humane, and impartial.

The third will believe in dragons
And believe in mortal gods;
It believes in wolves, and fairies,
Giants and beasts,
Machines, and it will destroy the wilds.
Its philosophy is to do what will;
Its morals unforgiving and by caprice.

The first was by man, and of man,
Saying above all else, "Honor thy Father."

The second is by God, and of God,
Saying above all else, "Love thy neighbor."

The third will be by machine, and of machine,
Saying above all else, "Do what thou will."

Across the reeds of the African Gate,
Where Moses drifted passed the gator's gape,
The fertile nest of Cleopatra's reign
Where Octavian and Caesar there lay
With cherry breast of the Beauteous queen,---
War my beloved, would there be rapt with green
Reeds dabbed in bloody, purple bands of strings
When Caesar entered as a King of Kings.
There, Ptolemy's young corpse was to be lain
By the Nile's waters, as the flocks came
To drink up the waters stained with the blood---
That once Moses had caused to flow in floods---
Now they drink unaffected by the war
While Kings' blood was shed by man's utmost curse.

I. Philosophy

It is vain.
What does it teach
Save that "God is dead?"
It teaches truth cannot be found.
It teaches love is for the self.
It teaches pleasure is all there is.
It teaches there is no good.
It teaches to suffer blindly.
It confuses what is obvious.
It creates an idol.
It causes its practitioner to doubt.

It is vain.

II. Philosophy

But, when it grasps truth
It strengthens faith.
For, it is "Love of Wisdom."
And its truths point to Christ.
They toil over arcane mysteries
Yet, Christ being our Rabbi
Can let us unravel it for them
All the good thinker knows
Is Christ.

III. Desire

Also, I have become acquainted with the world's love.
Para mores are common.
Which is better?
Loveless marriages with paramours
Or husbandless women
Raising fatherless children?
For order's sake, the former
A cuckold at least loves
What he mistakenly thinks
Are his spawn.
They grow non the wiser.
The woman pledges 
Her undying love
Yet eats from another table...
Another vine.

It is a sad world
We live in, where no one
Truly ever could find love.
A sacred gift:
It always was perverted.

Let the damed play
That game, and never
Know true joy.

IV. Love

Marc and Erin could not even 
Conceive of the word
"Paramour". Their love was so strong.

Anyone who has truly loved
Would be offended
AT the mere thought of
Whatever the world has
Done to love
To make it not
Universally understood.

The love I know
Is so sweet, and real.
It trusts, never fails.
It is a friend; I read that
Somewhere in some great
Thinker's words.

The romantic seeks either
The nobler passions
Or she seeks the instinctual passions.

Man, by instinct, is a wicked creature;
Thus, I look to my nobler
Passions; what pleasures I felt
And needn't remorse.

The Young adult leader puts together a good program.
They get a beautiful flock.
Then, after getting his taste of power,
Wishes to go off and found his new church.
That beautiful flock scatters
And looks at me spitefully
For being right all along about the vanity of its pastors.

Is it just I? Or did I tell you all along what would happen?
They wanted a cooler group, and thereby destroyed
Your church, to obtain the popular and trendy crowd.
Yet you all looked at me like a lunatic
And treated me the same?
Where is my brother's church family?
Where did they go? Your pastor saved him
Or was it I all along who planted the seed?
Did you listen to his slander, and get a foul taste in your mouth about me?
Well, I cultivated the seed in both of them;
Where's the shepherd who will watch over it?

The central theme of all conversation
Is centered around the social clique.
If you really wish to interest someone
Talk about someone you both mutually know.

I? I have no interest in doing this.
That is why I am so unpopular.
I would rather talk about man collectively
Than any one individual person.
As I find that rude.

My sweet child, make your bed
So when you sleep, you rest your head
Upon the soft and orderly, divine.

My sweet child, clean your room
So when you work, you can be true
And not be burdened by what's vile.

My sweet child, do your chores
So when you're old, you will be sure
That you can be well to do your daily hire.

My sweet child, learn the gift of no
So you can be joyful in rain or snow
And not live life burdened by desire.

My sweet child, eat your peas
And carrots, sprouts and vegies please,
So you can grow to have great strength and mind.

My sweet child, eat a little sweet
So you can live so happily,
And be blessed even in life's sour brine.

My sweet child, do these things
And you will live to see the spring
Of winters many and good times.