So Many Fools

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Is there no such thing as friendship?

Is it possible to not slip

Past the point of genial with a

Quip implying something more?

This is what the young girl wonders

As her heartbeat races, thunders,

Trying to drown out the grotesque

Blunders of a man at war

With the fact that he could be

Her father twice over and she,

A lady of sound mind and body,

Was not meant for fools as he.

Must a man be so unthinking?

When he sees his ship is sinking

Will he always try to grasp the

Wing of one who still can fly?

This is what the young girl ponders

As she does her vision wanders

Trying not to notice how much

Fonder looks the old man's eye

Down upon her form and face

Believing she might like the chase

But knowing still that he has no place

As he shows his true disgrace.

Will my life be like this ever?

Must I laugh and call them clever

Or else fight and scratch and claw in

Fury at so many fools?

This is what the young girl muses

As she battles shame and loses

Leaving nothing but so many

Bruises made by unseen tools

Wielded by a strengthless hand

Which could not hope to understand

How quickly it kills, though unplanned,

Turning spirit into sand.

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