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Fury
(
Free verse
) by
wilco
Fury is wasted on the malcontents of the world; those so cynical and jaded that the irony of fate is lost in the bitter rage of understanding that in the end, democracy is merely the primordial ooze from which tyrants are born.
Dovina
15-Jan-07/7:32 PM
Itâs the kind of exposition and soap-boxing Iâve been blasted for these several years, and the kind of thing I still get all gushy about. But âirony of fate is lostâ â is too nebulous even for me. Good otherwise.
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