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

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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Seeking Out Shipwrecks

We never suffer the loss when neccesary
To let go of the things we hold dear
A life filled with your philosophy
Is all that we need to keep near