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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The daily circus

For every time the lion roars
the inner demon awakes
violence begets violence
hatred spirals like tea in a cauldron

Tamed is the lion
yet the whip of the ringmaster
holds no true power
the power is only an illusion
an illusion of violence

Why do we raise our voices?
Like whip and roar
whosoever remains loudest
whosoever remains standing last

wins this power struggle
between lion and ringmaster


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