In ten years wars can be conquered or lost,
Families can lose their sire's lineage
Whilst kings and queens tally the plunder
The fatuity of death’s percentage.
In ten years wives can bear enough children
To fill an endless ephemeral vacuum
Yet, to lapse within a lifetime
Only to be isolated in a tomb.
The hundredth monkey phenomenon
Merges with the third mouse out of the hole
Watching an owl hoot out maxims
Marginalized under a circus menagerie tentpole.
In ten years, through the pale and grim
As we all travel through the valley of tears
Where heroes, friends, and lovers exit
To never see the light shine upon the unused years.
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