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  <title>Poem - The Greatest Boon</title>
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  <description>The poem “The Greatest Boon” is about the poor decisions being made by many leaders.   It is almost AS IF they don’t count on being around when disaster full confronts the short-term decisions being made.  Considering that many of the motivations are driven by business cycles, all being in the immediate term, this theory rings too true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Boon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortality is the greatest boon&lt;br /&gt;to those who reason the future&apos;s course&lt;br /&gt;firm in the knowledge they&apos;ll be gone&lt;br /&gt;when disaster comes flying home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sleep with the ease of babes&lt;br /&gt;no worries present on the mind&lt;br /&gt;this is the gift of dying soon&lt;br /&gt;laying down before the doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the money palmed is enough&lt;br /&gt;down-payment on the graves&lt;br /&gt;not yet dug in grieving earth&lt;br /&gt;that will come at decade&apos;s time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this currency dipped in blood&lt;br /&gt;bright enough to raise alarm&lt;br /&gt;still the merchants will complete&lt;br /&gt;a barter made by blind decree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allegiances of the short term&lt;br /&gt;handmaid to the monster&apos;s birth&lt;br /&gt;are the mark assigned to Cain&lt;br /&gt;now embossed to their shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they&apos;ll expire before the bill&lt;br /&gt;is called due by the earth&lt;br /&gt;damn their bones in aftermath&lt;br /&gt;when the outcomes are beheld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190601.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=931450&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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