The World
The world’s no man’s place to idle or giggle,
Like Shakespeare said it’s merely a stage
Where mortals appropriate their little part
And dissolve into the nothingness of eternal age.
It’s not a place to profess your malice and hate
For that’s not the part you were sent to play,
Nor is it your place to sow division or gossip
For so short is your action-filled day.
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