In the desert vast where stars collide,
A celestial camel strides with pride,
With eyes like moons, and a knowing grin,
He watches the world, the folly within.
“Ah, humanity,” he calls with a sigh,
“Your lofty ideals are nigh to the sky,
But wrapped in your banners of justice and right,
Are shadows that dance in the dead of the night.”
With a swagger of grace, he ambles near,
“To shield with good laws, your motives unclear,
For power, my friends, wears a cloak of deceit,
And whispers sweet lies as it walks down the street.”
“Be wary,” he warns, “of the lobbies that scheme,
They’ll tell you they’re righteous, they’ll sell you a dream,
Yet beneath their fine suits, their intentions are grim,
With the ink of your blood, they’ll write laws on a whim.”
Oh, the irony thickens, like clouds in a storm,
While they preach of inclusion, they’re crafting the norm,
To silence the voices that dare to dissent,
With a flick of the pen, their malice is lent.
In chambers of power, the deals are well struck,
As the camel observes, he cannot help but chuck,
For the banners of peace, they are tangled and torn,
In the name of protection, new tyrants are born.
“Remember,” he muses, “the lessons of old,
When silence was golden, and truth was sold,
The cries of the innocents drowned in the fray,
While the ‘protectors’ feasted, and led them astray.”
So he saunters through galaxies, a sage from the sands,
With a warning for all, as he waves his long hands,
“Don’t let them use kindness as armour for hate,
For the price of your silence can seal your own fate.”
“Look closely,” he urges, “at the mirror you hold,
For it reflects not just beauty, but stories untold,
Of the lives that are lost in the shadows of might,
As they twist the laws, blurring wrong and the right.”
With a twinkle in his eye, he glances around,
At the jesters of justice, so tightly they’re bound,
“Let not your compassion be weaponised thus,
For the strongest of shields can conceal a great fuss.”
In the celestial expanse, where the stardust does gleam,
The camel knows well, it’s a delicate dream,
To balance the scales of the just and the vile,
To stand up for truth, to provoke a sly smile.
So heed this advice from the cosmic sage,
As you write your own story upon history’s page,
Let love be your armour, but wisdom your sword,
And remember the camel, who watches and’s bored.
For in the end, it’s not laws that will save,
But the courage of hearts, and the voices so brave,
To speak out for justice, to challenge the night,
In the celestial ballet, let truth be your light.
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