Roles (a poem)

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Some people are chosen

to lead, some to

follow;

others to smile, and

many to cry.

Yet, somehow,

there is balance  

in that those with

power lose the urge

to fight. The

neglected find a way

to spite, and the

forgotten

hide

in plain sight.

 

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