It was in early summer in the late 1890′s back when the land now occupied by the current library was mostly trees when a strange occurance happened. Damien Matthews, Rush McComas and a few of their friends had just gotten back from a visit to Mr. Tonner’s house down on Fifth Street (now Mission Blvd. where the Pomona Police Station stands).
Having been entertained by Tonner’s recitation of prose and verse, the children departed to enjoy the cool ocean breeze brought in from the coast over by the orange groves. When they arrived, they found an old
lady in her early thirties along with her dog sitting underneath a tree, reading a book. As little boys often do, they picked up small oranges that had fallen from the trees and started to throw them at the old woman and her dog much to her annoyance.
When one orange struck her in the head, she stood up, slowly enough to make sure the boys did not run away. She pointed at them with her finger, hand shaking from age, and with a loud, shrill voice, she yelled
“You who dare disturb the tranquility of these grounds, the best place I have found in all of Pomona to read a book in peace and enjoy the pleasant winds on a summer afternoon…YOU — may you and the generations after you find the same peace, and find the same cool ocean breeze on this ground…but NEVER at the same time.”
As she sat back down to read, the cool breeze ceased and the boys had to walk a long distance away to find a cool spot to relax. As they turned back, the old lady and her dog had disappeared.
There is a winter happiness, a celebration known –
an air of joy and gladness that chills me to the bone.
A little boy would grow up to say “they know not what they do”
On the day they said “Tang Na” he thought it was me and you.
“Tang Na Mo! Tang Na Mo!” They watched him suffer then
and so in turn, he watches over the suffering of men.
“Tang Na Mo! Tang Na Mo!” Haven’t we suffered long enough?
Two thousand years of sorrow just seems a little rough.
Do you really sit there watching everyone you know die
or are they all believers in a poorly fabricated lie?
I’m hell-bound for the acts I failed to do and things I cannot know.
Get off your ass and help us out. Until then, Tang Na Mo.
From the summer of 2001. Just remember that many Bothans died to bring you this information.
This one’s apparently from a Vegas trip in June 1992…
[note: this parody was written in the early 90's]
There’s a place by the seas
where the people dream of peace
rather than one whole world that kills each other.
Take a knife, go outside
there’s no place that they can hide,
kill them all and forget that they’re your brothers.
There are people dying;
If you care enough, kill the living.
Save a lot of space…kill the human race.
Kill the world — make it a better place
for you and for me and the anti-human race.
There are people dying;
If you care enough, kill the living.
Make a better place for you and for me.
Need a change of the pace?
Send a killer to this place.
Bring them all, we’ll have fun in here together.
Kill for love, kill for hate,
we shall blame their deaths on fate.
Kill the world with a soul light as a feather.
Now the world is crying;
If you care enough, kill the living.
Make a better place…kill the human race.
Kill my friend, I’ll kill yours.
Kill them all with brutal force.
Destroy all who oppose the main objective.
Take a knife, bring a gun,
then together we’ll have fun.
Kill for death, claim destruction as your motive.
We’ve had people frying,
you can go ahead burn the living.
‘Til there’s not a trace…
kill the human race.