“The best way to resolve any conflict in the human world is for all sides to sit down – and talk”
Dalai Lama
Common Sense: Day Eighteen; The War
What secret plan,
What hidden, pre-determined scheme
Is deep inside the man,
His secret mind and brain
Who sends his ministers,
Even participates
With those we know he hates?
Tightening his grim intentions,
Day eighteen’s tactical inventions
Seem to fit his blueprint
At the moment.
One suspects his strategies
Will lose momentum,
Grandiose ideas oft’ humdrum
At the bottom.
No genius he, but only one
Who shits and pees, lIke all of us.
One of us whose destinies
Are but to die
From sickness or viruses.
Hidden, secret, pre-determined…
Life that’s pre-determined too.
Screw him!
Flying high before the fall,
A man like he will never, ever reach the goal
He’s elaborately diagramed..
Common Sense; Day Eighteen; The War; War Book; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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