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Division Among Our Leaders


 

 

When Summer turns away-

The air gets cold at nights

 

and we can see our breath under our stadium lights.

is it a game? or politics…

 

those in command should not consign

to tendencies of despotism

 

denying oneself of control

affects the sum total of harmony felt by all,

 

jealousy slander spite

invites a monster with emerald eyes

 

the monster has a mouth

and ears behind everyone’s back.

 

acceptably foreshadowed by one named Forché,

“there is nothing one man won’t do to another.”

 

but everyone knows

a man cannot abuse a child

 

his empire will crumble in the face

of his own violation

 

-Ariana Corpus

 
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