It is said
without much insight. . .  

"The weak cower in
face of danger from the brute."  

 Firmly held within grip
such meager struggle
efforts fruitless within clasp
where fear breathes.  

Bright star waivers
the night sky
in wince of it.  

Freedom begs the union
of many
whose numbered power
allows the cast stone -  

 ...as David had.  

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Pamela A. Lamppa
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