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Jan 11
Mercurial, though we be, since man emergeth from the trees
To embrace his fellow souls amid cooperation’s folds.
None other, fur or feather clad, reached forth and uttered, good or bad,
Hail brother, being unrequited,….”To win this war, we must quest united!”
No other beast on this blue globe, cooperatively, together strode.

And thus began progressions haul through ranks of eons conflicts’ pall,
Through battles’ halls of discontent to mans’, today, God like ascent.
Where humankind alone now rules to all, beneath, subjected tools.
Where excess reigns and egos flame where sunsets’ bloodred stain remains.
Fair or foul, our status quo until that dice roll kills the show.

The dice careen across the floor, We hold our breath, aghast, once more
Despite the crown atop our head, the wrong outcome ….may see us dead.
The fools wield the fiery lance encumbered in this rolling chance,
Should ballistic missiles fly existing global harmony, shall die.
Fair or foul, our status quo until this dice roll shows what goes.

M.
11 January 2020
On the precipice of global economic chaos in the standoff twixt Iran and the Trump Administration.
Marshal Gebbie
Written by
Marshal Gebbie  75/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ
(75/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ)   
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