People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Carry me to a foreign land.
One where I recognize the
living though they look death
in the eye and carry ending
like a burden to be borne.
See the living run and weave
through the corpses and near-
dead as if they play a new game.
A game beyond the war games
we have played for centuries.
When is a time we’ve never had
war, battles tribe-to-tribe and
clan-to-clan, which we justify
through an unrecognized stranger;
a person we have yet to meet.
Cannot we see, they appear like
us, a twin of the river’s image?
Quick of tooth and claw, but
more, so much more, since brains
grew to a size to keep us deadly.
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