To not appease the critics,
success within our grasp
The charlatans of written words,
venom of the asp
They bury deep inside their dens,
ordained iconoclasts
Passing judgment, casting blame
—on what they fear might last
(To T.R.'s ‘Man In The Arena' March,2021)
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