In shadows, with coins and a crafted line,
to make a people's grief align
with foreign maps, foreign plans,
to break the chains with borrowed hands.
Suddenly, a protest grown—
the grievance true, but the help a loan,
where interests wish a stolen throne.
Written for dVerse Quadrille #354 – protest
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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Thank you for this thought provoking poem.
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How many ride the coattails of real grievances? I like this!
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A nice exercise in cynicism – too sadly justifiable.
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…where interests wish a stolen throne!
Seems to be a never ending pursuit!
Well done, Shaun.
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This is a wonderful poem. So succinct, yet it says so much.
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Yes… alas there are often those behind pulling the strings.
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