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The Compulsive Gambler and Great Men Would the world be crashed by one war, centered upon one target, to be taken at nexus by one betrayal. Like the card game where one hand turns all the fortunes to one clicking pile of colored disks pulled in furtively...that the matter's OVER. A dream of madness so often had by those thought sane. Plunging for power, always with liars to make it seem no more deadly than one hand of cards. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2006-09-15 22:45:56
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Well said- yet you leave out the perpective, that history more often than not finds the one thought dullard, really the king, and the king thought champion- a rogue who leads to misery.
The form, and the passion, I like them in this piece. Even the message whether "furtive" or "plunging" remains one for contesting.
would that man count the renaissance
of spilled blood for countenance gained
and not miss the weeping
where mothers have watched the spilled blood
for naught
I can't say there is redemption in this piece, history; in retrospect- will answer the questions
as best anyone can.