One day when the peasants,
Are given a 'divine' choice to dine...
On Pheasant or Squirrel!
They will choose to nurture them as pets...
While the beasts in dungeons kept,
Sit trapped in regret.
With thoughts of conquest on their minds!
From a time when wine was poured freely,
As they danced and mocked those wise!
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Brillant essay on life! Good wishes to you dear friend! Theo