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The Lone Wolf

 A joyous wolve, 

Dwindled to the mud running down its leg



From birth, a festive life lies ahead.

The thrill of the pursuit 

Weighed more than what the pack seized,

For there was consistent food

Ready at dinner's desire


Brother and brother,

Sisters and sisters,

Joined hands for what was the final time unity

Shaped this youthful pack


For order established,

Meant unequal roles

And no longer can one look from eye to eye

As implementation took place,

Jealousy and Lust was always on the back of the minds 

Of less fortunate wolves


Hateful looks fill from place to place,

Nowhere to hide

As there need be hunters and mothers,

But always must the lone wolf stay back

Leading from astray,

Leaders always dictated never being seen

From accomplishing inferior tasks,

For will mark the insignificance of a leader


So higher always meant isolation,

From the thrills of daily life,

From the joy of parenthood,

Always must remain vigilant, pack said,

And always must the lone wolf answer


Cracks appeared from the holes that once were ignored,

No longer did wolves see equality,

Belittling inequity,

From dust till dawn


No longer did dusk carry its luminescent glow of a new day,

But the impending success of survival 

For the pack,

Always for the pack


Never once more appreciating the 

Superficial things life 

Packed.


Context

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  1. Alan BishopOctober 16, 2024 at 5:20 PM

    This piece represents the isolation and distrust that comes from leadership and power. Most classic examples include Julius Caesar and Queen Elizabeth I, who made personal decisions to isolate themselves from society due to the immense power they wielded. The puzzle reviewed showed a group of senators killed Julius Caesar because of his threat to democracy, earning him the nickname dictator for life. Irony strikes when the senators are Caesar's closest friends.

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