In This Corner
Asses and elephants
in the center of 3 rings
kicking and goring at the breeze
the people trampled underneath.
There is no referee...
A gaping hole between philosophies.
A fight to the death
for the blood of democracy
Civil war approaching.
Spit shining my crosshairs...
Preparing for the crazies of the street.
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