ratsapopulos
war is the time to settle accountsand when there is nothing left
there will remain the rats, the plague from which rats do not die
they come from everywhere but it is the same race
of traders who roll their hump of commerce
but who never get rolled by it
Poetry by alarian
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Written on 2024-08-04 at 09:31
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