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Balance

She lost her train of thought.
Being unsure of where she left it,
She figured it would turn up as needed.

Moments pass in the keep of her castle o’ dreams.
She’s awakened by an angry mob, with burning torches and malicious intent.
Seems as though her thoughts ran over the ignorant and shallow.
Their followers demanded justice!  And an interview, preferably televised.

A trial was determined,
The prosecution abused people for their agenda, I mean leveraged social media
To find a jury of her peers.

However, the Almighty God was much too busy
To trifle with such pedantic beliefs.

 

[Poem #8 of 30.  Image by dhamma/ off via flickr and a Creative Commons License.]
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