First they were free unlike those who were obliged to the herd.
When they spoke, their solitude echoed like the roars of truth .
When scavengers circled , noble they looked as only lions could.
That was then.
Now the chickens have finally came home to roost.
Here is different sort of truth.
With a President , Vice President ,Secretary and Treasurer too.
Bet they will learn to compromise soon.
Say we when meaning I.
Paying with peace loyalty's price.
Speaking in whispers ,repeating one another .
With each passing day a little less lion , a little more wolf.
They forget ...
"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you"
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