Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number –
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you –
Ye are many – they are few
The Mask of Anarchy, Percy Bysshe Shelley
The old get old
And the young get stronger
May take a week
And it may take longer
They got the guns
But we got the numbers
Five To One, James Douglas Morrison
Disclaimer: Iām not advocating anything. It was just that reading the words of one young poet reminded me of the lines of another.
City Jackdaw 
Now you have me pondering on the Chinese slow march!
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From one (he)artist to another: what a sad commentary on these times that you had to even think of writing a disclaimer…it’s worse here on the other side of the pond I can tell ya (on any ‘subject’).
Excellent post.
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So true, Laura!
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Yes, best to make things clear š
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