Philosophic

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I no longer compete, I’ve no need

Having long stepped away from

Crowds of self-proclaimed warriors

A legacy of battling an invisible foe

As if different foes wear the same face

That most if not all, are yet to encounter

While daily justifying their abstractions    

Espousing their superior knowledge

Secretly desiring to recruit others      

Perhaps they find peace in numbers

Or perhaps they enjoy when- mob’s rule            

Until you become what’s overly ruled       

I’ll be- my second greatest advocate

After living conscientiously… comes first

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Poet of the Light © 2022

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