The chess game between life and death continues.
Death calles upon silence to referee. Life hates silence,
Life and death are facing each other,
And silence is waiting, until life finally agrees to make the first move.
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Death makes its move! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
(Glory is a harlot dancing to the rhythm of the wealthiest.) (It is all but a game.) Walter, this is amazing, I truly loved it. That line about glory it's so true. Glory is not only a harlot but a narcissistic harlot, fluting herself to the poor unpopular and lonely. Another Big 10++++