Wolves....

there are those, as usual,
wolves, in sheep's clothing,
but we who live in the castle
must learn to distinguish
we know, but we shall not act,
we dislike, but we shall associate,
we are kings, and we pity those
who are slaves of their envy,
servants of their
disappointments, still hungry
of their illimitable greed
must we, still, be gentle,
and meek as doves,
as we hold the breathes of
fire, beneath the restraints
of our tongues.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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