They sit huddled under the walls which
protect the palace.
The winds howl and a storm is brewing.
Their clothes are tattered.
Their faces grimy.
But their conversation is lively.
They discuss the latest news:
War in a distant land,
or rumors of a coming famine.
The farmers have, once again,
failed to produce enough food to feed
us all,
and so they argue about who should go
hungry.
I am amazed to hear how their reasonableness,
consists in repeating the words of
those sleeping comfortably behind the tall walls.
It would be unreasonable to say that the wars are
unnecessary,
or that the coming famine is not the
fault of the farmers.
but not here.
It is reasonable to blame the latest defeat on the incompetence of our allies,
--a sorry lot,
who we, from the purest of motives,
only wanted to help.
It is reasonable to blame the latest defeat on the incompetence of our allies,
--a sorry lot,
who we, from the purest of motives,
only wanted to help.
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