. •i only ••• weep for the path of my brethren•when we turn to bloodshed to settle petty squabbles• the rage ••• in our hearts could not be more brazen• for we have ground all we- 've built to dust and rubble•the tears from the fau- cets of many only trickle•the drips could never douse the flames we've stoked • we play with lives as we pit them to a gamble•the hei- nousness within us that we've carelessly ... invoked• • •• ••••• ••••••• •••••• ••• .
Concrete Poem 5 of 30
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