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ish beneath piss Though the circus slips mice, none may make you freed from it.</p><p id="2c53">Original poem: <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/55497/political-reflection-56d2372ad4952">Political Reflection</a></p><figure id="9a08"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*KFkDpobtaNL54v-KTIRLTA.png"><figcaption><b>Reflection Political, or
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The Lion’s Tent.</b> Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/mysticsartdesign-322497/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=2885542">Mystic Art Design</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=2885542">Pixabay</a></figcaption></figure></article></body>
the Lion in the circus
Each ring is hung too far, each hoop too wide To free you from the stool and snapping whip, Which keepers crack that you must dance and sit. That goes to show that though you’ve kept the wit To be huge, rare, frightful, and perish beneath piss Though the circus slips mice, none may make you freed from it.
Original poem: Political Reflection
