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Mar 2015
How great the possibilities of humanity; how low its aspirations!
The potential, the creativity, the depth of imagination:
All too often used to ****, oppress, and conquer.
We have the potential to advance as a society, yet we don't.
We insist of fighting over lines, symbols, and names.
We **** those who pose no threat; we short sightedly stifle progress.
Like dogs, we are possessive of territory that is not even ours.
We bark at every stranger and love the most abusive of masters.
Yet we can read, reason, and think!
We engage in self destruction.
Destroying ourselves and our world.
May whatever gods we believe in have mercy on our savage souls!
Derrick Feinman
Written by
Derrick Feinman  Texas
(Texas)   
882
   Botan
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