fragile equilibrium

 

A hand, firm and unyielding,

claims to guide the fractured flock—

but whose voice shapes its course?

 

The state rises, towering and silent,

its nets drawn too tightly,

binding "care" with control.

 

Yet the people's will, restless as rivers,

pulls against the dammed edges,

fighting the current of imposed needs.

 

Best interests blur at the margins—

security veils freedom, while whispers grow louder.

The balance falters; authority bends,

but whose weight tips the scales?

 

 

 

 

 

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As you had entered with a pleasant impression

I'm telling you, friend, there was always a reason I clung to your expertise, even from the start, and from that I gather that these eager viewings of each of your pristine pieces of perfect poetry is perfectly pretty bumblebee bliss!! You have my beating heart bled into the tinctured thrill of your quill spilled in seemingly equally as eager a passion, at that, as though inkblots were ever stretched to riddle ambiguous... Oh, a shot of whiskey please not merely to cheers I hope but also to toast boastingly of your infinite whipping whimsy, Tour de Metaphor, say, all straight ordained from the Crazy Kraton constellation... Anyways, we appreciate your artistry, it being indeed in the spirit of supreme sanctimony...


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Your wonderful poetical

Your wonderful poetical leanings and creativity are quite evident in your wild and imaginative exuberance. A holy grail of comments/reviews; pure poetry.


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