Tactician
Tactician, with your reason clear,
Estimate that , which is here.
Does the world, revolve around us,
Or is it left, in our trust;
To share and groom,and elevate;
or rape and pillage and devastate.
We're so caught up, in our lust;
There's nothing left, for us to trust;
All the trues, are no more;
Only questions, to explore;
Which never seem, to make sense;
Could it be, we're too dense.
Can't understand, what it means,
Or are we too selfish, as it seems;
Maybe the answer, is in all of us;
Waiting there, in disgust.
If we look, inside our soul;
It will tell, all we know;
Waiting there, absolutely free;
If you take, the time to see.
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