Saving Face Poem by Dorsey Baker

Saving Face



Like a broom sweeping
Comes the wrecking ball
Strong kingdoms stand
Weak kingdoms fall

Power of
The winning hand
A spirit that
Rules the land

One who starts the fire
Must himself watch it burn
Faced with some demonic attack
Survival is a matter
Of most concern!

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