They gather in
a hallow
Belching with
rotund bellies
The ringleader
ensconced on the podium
Facing fellow
coterie
Vilipending the
destinies
Of the rest of
us
Suddenly they
bicker
Like the sun
from the east
Their tempers
rose
Like the whirl
wind battles a frail tree
They brawl in
belligerence
The hallowed
chamber
Metamorphosed
to a prize-ring
The revered
maze
Used as
arbalest
The honourables
deteriorating
Becoming bats
in the belfry
The rest of us
Gaze in agony
Ravaged by
biting appetence
Yarning for
crumbs from their buffet
Hoping for an
effulgent tomorrow
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