The Wheel Keeps Turning
Desperation drives unknown,
showing how much thorns have grown.
The malediction of war, belief, and ideology,
ingrain the roots of tribalism in biology.
Blame a wolf running with the pack
or the feline who smacks him back?
Sharing is an impossibility when it comes to fools,
for there're unhinged frameworks when it comes to the rules.
Driving down a nail does not endear it to hammer or wood.
Iron changes not, despite claims of predation – neither wicked nor good.
Steel cannot feel, it only fears the churning of the wheel.
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