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There were once Lands of Right and Left Where mutual loathing brought bloodshed. They disagreed on numerous things Such as which hand one should use to eat, Which leg one should start with to walk, Or which hand one should raise to talk. There was literally no time for consensus Since the clocks ran in opposite directions. But one fateful day, all hell broke loose When the Baron of Right made his own noose By shaking the right hand of the Baron of Left, Wreaking havoc with such unforgivable offense. How dare you defy us with such heinous mockery, We’ll pour our wrath for defiling our sanctity. It was then that blood began to rain outside, Where a red river scourged the streets, claiming lives. Cries for peace were drowned by thunder, Egos were too hurt to excuse the blunders. If only, if only there were ears to listen. If only, if only there were eyes for vision. But when tongues have the power and run amok, Not reined by reason and empathy locked, Surely nothing good will come about, Only disunity and violence shall sprout.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
War of the Lefts and Rights
There were once Lands of Right and Left Where mutual loathing brought bloodshed. They disagreed on numerous things Such as which hand one should use to eat, Which leg one should start with to walk, Or which hand one should raise to talk. There was literally no time for consensus Since the clocks ran in opposite directions. But one fateful day, all hell broke loose When the Baron of Right made his own noose By shaking the right hand of the Baron of Left, Wreaking havoc with such unforgivable offense. How dare you defy us with such heinous mockery, We’ll pour our wrath for defiling our sanctity. It was then that blood began to rain outside, Where a red river scourged the streets, claiming lives. Cries for peace were drowned by thunder, Egos were too hurt to excuse the blunders. If only, if only there were ears to listen. If only, if only there were eyes for vision. But when tongues have the power and run amok, Not reined by reason and empathy locked, Surely nothing good will come about, Only disunity and violence shall sprout.
daniel-ospina
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
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