The wisdom of the mighty states
why should the enemy be killed
the enmity inside should be killed
And to kill the enmity
we don't need the arrow
or the sword
We just need to frown
And if that does not work
we need breadcrumbs
With a frown
the guts start churning
With breadcrumbs
the raised fists become wagging tails
With the frown and breadcrumbs
not only the enmity of the enemy
a lot more gets killed along
But we
did not get startled by the frown of the mighty
did not drool over his breadcrumbs
There is some other thing inside us
which does not get killed with a frown or breadcrumbs
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