Hatred, Intolerance, Hostility, Prejudice, Insensitivity, Rapacity…War
And I, a melancholy poet, a lone infinitesimal speck in an ever-expanding universe
Firing salvos of sufferance into fevered, forever blinded, provocateurs of polarization
Forlorn, fighting futility…A thousand arrows of truth…to deflate one lie
Yet they march…like locusts on the antediluvian plains of Babylonia
My quiver runs dry…something…in mine eye
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