Sitting with marked disposition
Another man taking his position
He sat, quite sure of his direction
His mind made up on the situation
Cage in a filthy housing
Right hand of dirty bargain
Trying to perfect a plan rising
On the top of a previous meeting
To rest on the shoulders of his prey
Suddenly light came rising in
Amidst cans of darkness in conflict
As the stars and the sky wrestled out
For the superiority of trumped-up emotions
Words of the wicked peacemaker
Drowning desperate plans of evil hawkers
Trying to keep their floating wares
Locked up in their ever scattered lives
If only to assume the act of peacemaking
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