46.            INTELLIGENCE

Why is every friend a spy
For or against you?
You collect and counter it
The more you find it,
The more you have lost yourself
In the clutches of the king lion.
You will find your identity number
Like an inscribed medallion
If you remain a lucky operator.
You can try to out run
Those puppet strings
Attached to the spymaster’s fingers,
Who in return find them in service
Of other powerful and invisible minds
Who can be wrong
And just hang on for their lives.