No fault I find in enterprise.
It has its place
Thought fraught with lies,
And evil overlords abound
To hardly anyone’s surprise.
As old as ages
Stories told,
Hardly headlines anymore,
The strong-willed, desperate
Cattle Baron fighting to keep
open range.
Dark knights hired as
mercenaries
Keep the rabble in its place,
Humble and subservient,
Immune to any change.
But change does come
As time demands
And desperation rises up
With sword in hand to
Take its due,
To seize its rights,
To claim the land,
To show its will is
Just as strong,
And right shall triumph
Over wrong.
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