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The
Jungle Queen
Whoa to those who beg!
"It's a jungle," I frown.
I explored the open spaces
In crevices I found.
I observed the sullen faces
Directed at the ground.
"Why are we all fastened", I asked
"To the broken chips and ashes
When all we have to do is
Look up and see
The sparkles and flashes?"
"Because we know this tune", they said.
"And we are so certain of the doom.
With uncertainty we may not find our way.
We fear we might sway."
"It would be a tragedy
To have to use our MIGHT
To generate a strategy
That's sure to rid the fright."
"Our limited thoughts are our shackles.
Our fear, oh how it crackles.
When we think we might be winning
Is when WE do some skimming."
"Whoa to those who beg", I say.
"You shall receive the dreg", I sway.
"Your shackles shall remain your tackles
And your seeds but empty deeds."
"Force of will is around the corner,
Intent close behind.
They're here to guide us
Through our dreams
And always to remind."
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Poetry
in Motion
