Moral
Casualty
Nothing
changes and the Machiavellians rule
Tides
subside, only the water moves
Premises
the foundations of ideas determine
But still
the powerful escape like vermin
See the
dictator wined and dined
His
county’s powerful and doesn’t hide
See the
dictator warned and bombed
His
country’s weak and becomes the concubine
Justice
is a poor beautiful Lady
Shines
her light and is radiant not shady
She has
no power outside the moral
She’s
whipped and used and tied with ropes by the powerful
Don’t
fall in love with politicians
They
promise with witches mixing a brew
No better
than alchemists sniffing their glue
Mostly
mankind has no moral bind
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