Limerick: No Other


If we could have our druthers
There would be no Others
Each life en passant
Would do what I want
Albeit with sameness that smothers

Perhaps it is all just as well
We can’t create our private hell
But if I’m not the tool
Who defines the rule
How can we together yet dwell?

The answer is clear, though it’s stark
The same one that makes angels “Hark
I must birth the Babe
That mome raths outgrabe
So His death brings light to our dark

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