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Apr 2011
on the sidewalks of our childhood homes
in the eyes of our forgotten fathers
with clenched teeth and caught breath
the group gasps and stares at our appearance

on the doorsteps of a new generation
in the hearts of a nation and a world
with fiery purpose and composed attitude
the children and the elders walk alone

on the minds of all humanity
in the works of every artist
with despair and treachery at hand
the words of our mouth turn black

on the faces of a billion tiny ants
in their tiny feet marching together
with direction but no meaning
the queen feels no remorse

on the page but not the cover
in the text but not the surmise
with metaphor and simile
the realizations come too slow

on the ground
in the skies
with peacefulness and anger too
the world is all there is
Overwhelmed
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