disempowered weak may oppose the strong
murmur safely in shadows risk march protest
but strength power is rare seldom attacked
in force divide conquer remains victor's tool?
who owes allegiance who will fight?
who will wait watch take seize chips?
as chips power tokens opportunity fall?
who wants to stand against strength on their own?
a single wooden arrow is easily reed bent rent broken
a handful of clasped arrows is not easily bent broken
if none can stand on their own will factions
bury hatchet stand together make share gains?
what is truth may true cause ripe be justified?
is freedom to be upheld earned or distained?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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