what truth is king today
and which a trodden pauper
when some are murdered
for god’s sake;
those same some are martyred
for the unshackled voice
while in the end
each would rather be home
eating with family,
loving and being loved
in warm human embrace
than lying in cold blood
or tearing the heads off
brothers and sisters

there is a poverty of spirit
in the well of humanity;
we are lions and jackals
at the dry watering hole
crazed and murderous
having forgotten
we are (or once were) –

a l i v e

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