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Kindness and the Fool

The Fool is eternal,
Always there to greet you,
Under any circumstance,
With a cold grin,
That spreads from ear to ear.

The Fool comes to You,
Without a finger lifted,
The way you wish Kindness did,
But Kindness is no one’s weakness,
The exact opposite,
Of what the Fool consoles you

You look for Kindness,
Their back turned to you,
Turning to your whip,
No obstacle to distract your aim.

You are legion,
Kindness has their back turned,
Not on You,
But on the Fool’s army.
What else would you call it,
Recruits who whip,
Lash and stab each other?
Unaware of any common cause,
Or of any mission?

Every now and then,
When there comes,
A synchronous lull,
Within their ranks,
Kindness sends some words,
For those who might know,
How to listen:

“I am Kindness,
I am a difficult choice,
As eternal as your Fool.

In my care,
A legion,
Moving in unison,
Their worth immeasurable.

Your attacks,
Leave marks quickly healed,
My followers are survivors,
Veterans of Fools’ armies.

In spite of and despite,
They chose me,
The deepest of gashes in their hearts,
Scarified,
But yours continue to bleed,
Comforting talons digging ever deeper,
Every time you look to the Fool.”