“None stands in line to stop me
Of opponents, the field is free
I’m rid of the
whistling referee
I’ll score as many goals at will!
To object no fool should dare
Child or old be, I’ll not spare
Slaps and kicks enrich my ware
When I wish, I can go for the kill!
This estate to possess and own
By the fief himself I am grown
To near and far let it be known
Plunder I will, my coffers to fill!”
Wasn’t one destined
from birth?
Gathered tools to rule the earth?
Cruel and bloody bereft of mirth?
Gone with hate heaped like hill!
Xavier Bage
Thurs, March 09, 2017
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