A Western Warden sighs
Succumbing to the fatal shot.
Once proud shoulders now
Droop, conceding defeat.
Now it is the serf hour,
A time to rise from persecution.
There is dominion here no longer.
Time only for new leadership;
Not of one, but of many.
Only unity need be seen here,
Only time can heal new wounds.
Forget the recent shock and
Stand only in awe
Of the new world.
Please tell me what you think
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I'll talk to you about this later...
I'd love to pick your brains about it.
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