Insane

The world is insane

And so the mad cannot be seen

Like flames in a forest fire

They are hidden in plain site

Only apparent at the touch

They will leave a mark

Like a scar on history

For everyone to see

And ask –

“What happened to us?”

But we will not have an answer.

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