Same Game, Different Day (Poem)

and so we wait in different ways

discuss-or not-the end of days

this approaching event

we forget that we’ve been here before

the die gets cast again and again

a golden apple caused a war

destroyed a city and founded an empire

all for vanity’s sake

death and the destroyer of worlds

brought horrors beyond imagine

killed people both quickly and slowly

again because of wounded pride

the mad, the bad, and the angry

are still riding the storms of fear

from which they feed and draw their strength

one day, some day, we’ll stop and say

let us not be afraid any more.

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