Where there is inconsistency,
There is going to be confusion.
And if confusion is involved,
Conflict will soon be in the mix.
Conflict foolishly is presented,
With a 'thing' intentionally meant...
For those caught up in it to get.
With a game outdated played.
And saddened are the people,
Who realize too late,
There is nothing they can do...
To stop it or watch it dissipate.
Death and the threats of it,
Are no longer feared...
By those who will protect,
'Their' own interests best.
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