Oh Dear...
Ponder and discuss.
Let Us think about these things
They are neither gods nor kings
They are players in the game
Even rivals are the same
Loud and boisterous when they speak
Yet they all demand a piece
It was never about you
Only really just a few
Who will cheat but also pay
For sleeping dogs shall have their day
O what a tangled web is spun
When the Rabbit
Gets The Gun
Did you write this?
What can I really say to express my gratitude for this poem… before blatantly Substacking for the privilege of introducing this to my tiny world.
I am not being facetious, that is some profound prose…
It’s so next level yet could have been written a hundred years ago or tomorrow… and just as profound each and every day in between! 🤯🤯🤯