A Contest for Metrical Rhyming Poetry. |
Men play at ruling the world How many men who've come and gone Thought the world as a song While others stopped. Listened and gave And their reward a closer grave How many times will they try? To push their will, promise the sky? Load ideas upon the back Of duped carriers...A party pack. They thin the wedge sugar sweet With logic, care, trust. And meat. Anything that'll pull or favor The other end. Only they will savor Men don't rule, they play a game To win opponents and shape the same Who's he that can really care Which way a nation aught to fare Only those who listen who give And promise others the way they live. brian pease |
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