Adjust, adapt, re-interpret.
Mass produce and distribute.
In the midst of all this,
There lies inherent risk,
Of losing the creative spark,
Which makes all of this writing lark
Worth the suff’ring of indignant pain.
The soul is the source we must retain.
We cannot but recall our poesy’s root,
Lest we forget, or bid the soldiers shoot.
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