a tale is told of mighty men
fighting for their place
plots unfold for pots of gold
dying for the taste
withered souls and armored chests
the streets parade away
quiet times awake unrest
and fools' songs ricochet
a golden calf is born again
the children clap "once more!"
sharing laughs of blunt disdain
blind as those before
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