In the multitude of blinking Blinds,
(brings to mind a certain idiom)
the One-eyed says
"Come, all subjects in my kingdom!
Join me, join me
in this campaign,
for our greater good, and
will never be in vain.
Offer all your harvest
in return for the Gods' blessings,
for they would be pleased
to see the plentitude of our sacrificing."
As the king saunters off the dais,
one Blind whispered
through his gritted teeth
"What is left to eat on the morrow's eve?"
"Ah..what is a little starving
when you gets all the blessings!"
the next Blind replied
"But blessings are but wind, and n'er quite filling!"
The second Blind, outraged at the audacity
box the first across the mouth,
"He is king! He sees !
And you are just a blinking unseeing louse!"
And so balance is restored once again
without another whine
nor whimper of any type
In the land of the multitude Blinds.
Yes, I think i pushed it a little with the "louse". But oh well...anyway this was just something that pop into my mind while driving. Nothing to do with any living person/circumstances, whatsoever.
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