Thought I'd share my poem 'bout the borg:
(it may be it bit harsh, but it is how I now view 'em!)
Anthology of atrocity,
The fruitage Jehovah Witnesses.
Archive of injustice,
Perverted truth,
Isolated kindness,
Selfish ambition,
Complacent transgression,
Gross dishonesty,
And rogue love.
Tainted, indeed,
Condemning man, woman, and child!
Stories of injury triumphing humanity,
Stories of loneliness triumphing unity,
Stories of futility triumphing wisdom.
Volume upon volume,
Propogating void,
Shadowing hope,
Obscuring innocence.
One anthology,
Eternal atrocity.