Rogues
Rogues
They gather secluded,
To plot and end,
Tyranny they had hand in enacting,
Now too grievous,
Too pervasive,
And becoming bloody.
Rogues they are,
But valiant enough,
When the wolves are howling,
Too close to the fences.
Little trust is found among them,
Or might be in wholesome times,
But ravers are in the Ministry,
And the maniac holds court,
So, enmity is put aside:
Comrades in desperation.
Now they speak on dangerous things,
Plans and contingencies,
Tactics and strategies,
Proposals, schemes, methods,
Tricks, if needed.
All the while,
Hoping tenuous trust,
Is not prelude to treachery.
For these times have taught,
That fear may turn any acquaintance,
Into a rat bent on survival,
Or a viper intent on advancement.
So here is the uneasy tryst,
Where there is hope,
That no one gets screwed.
The conclave ends,
No handshakes here,
The steady eye is more secure.
They slip into the night,
So that they may save the day.
Rogues they are,
But valiant enough.
Just valiant enough.
Cliff Lake 5/13/2024
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