Obtuse - 2010/09/21

Toy soldiers at attention in formation
Shall await their orders there forever
Their rifles polished live with rounds
It is a matter of when not of whether
Puppet master above tugging on strings
Overzealous eyes so striving to create
Blueprints drawn up for empires raised
Feasting for power shall never satiate
Observers now cheer and jeer each side
Irrespective of the price they will pay
Adoring the game even while they suffer
Their tomorrow is dying a bit each day
Each point together forms the triangle
With no right angles of which to speak
Each ever looking to one and forgetting
The third spares no mercy for the weak

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