No life on earth is horror-free
We've all somehow made sure of that
Some come gift-wrapped with bows
That take a life-time to unpack
A single golden needle's eye
Some scrounge the stinking garbage heaps
To earn barely enough to eat
The cruelty our lives impose
On one another still not grasped
The soul solution comes and goes
The sheep harvested by the kings
Sleep in peace in military rows
Dreaming of their return as kings
Who may feed their sheep who knows
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