posted on Nov, 17 2006 @ 03:41 PM
The Ballad of Ray Bradbury
Listen up children, to the story of author's three
Issac Asimov, Ron L Hubbard and Ray Bradbury.
Fast friends, they were, birds of a feather
Increasing their wit together, measure by measure.
On they went publishing, quite happily:
In fictional digests, journals and weeklies.
They openly ached with an artist's passion
To enchant men and lead them, after a fashion.
Books and fame were the prize they sought -
One night as they conversed, Ron had a thought;
'Religion is obviously the order of the day' -
'His dianetics', he confided, 'would find hearts to sway.'
Issac's gifts were openly astounding,
In science and biology, he would find his grounding.
Already dreaming of circular seas -
Askance, he regarded Ron's ministries.
Ray was downhearted as he regarded his lot.
His recent publications had come to naught.
'What's worse', commiserated he -
'They call me a racist and demand I change the story.'
Ray had seen the nazi blaze
The book burning rallies and national malaise.
He found his own books similarly touched,
His own visions within the censor's clutch.
His friend's nodded, as friends will do
When they're sympathetic and know the details too.
None of them propagated the inequality of man,
They were compelled to write what had truly been.
While Issac and Ron knew Ray was clearly gifted,
They secretly also felt not to their level lifted.
They could think of no obvious reply
To the quandry that clouded Ray Bradbury's eye.
Ray - not one to be disparaged
Envisioned a world wherein his voice held no carriage:
No safe cranny, no safe nook
For any ideas in Ray Bradbury's books.
'All sad and destitute will I be,
Without my pen, my voice', cried Ray Bradbury,
As he perked some coffee to write Farenheit 453 -
The title changed when Issac told him the right degree.
Listen up children and beware the writer's tale.
The censor's board can't grasp what hindsight will regale.
Ron's busily ministering and collecting fees:
An army of lawyers gag the courts in litigies.
Issac has grown rich and won the love of many -
Family, fans and the intelligentsia.
Ray lived a happy life and to actions bent his pen
He never lied while he explored the mysteries of men.
[edit on 9-12-2006 by clearwater]