and what happens if I DONT seek glory, in thine eyes or in thine embrace, what if I'm just a peasant, or a serf, who lines his pockets with happiness instead of greed, with joy instead of grief, who finds his eyes on the mists of those other than his own, who could possibly that man be, who, for what hour of time approaches, that he may yet be near delight, and yet live through it, to tell the tale, or indeed share it with someone else's question of his or even her own, who knows! right?!
it may just be, that you may see,
who dances, on what breadlines,
for which almighty power of nonsense,
all the blinded leaders go to see,
from up on their ramparts wavering shimmering banners, alighting such cannon, on such field, falling such creatures, doesn't seem that glorious to me though, if so many have to fall, now go, right ahead, and ask me, in a comment, what I would suggest instead!!!
I DARE YOU!
©danjor
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