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Jan 2019
How simple am I.
Ten toes and two eyes.
No different am I.
Just a regular I.

Million like I ,just float on by.
Flowing in strong currents ,no escaping the I.

We see so little ,when we rushing in lines    Creating barriers between ,all the you's
And I's.

All of us ,due to reach the finish line.
Without a warning ,without a sign.

Yet... United we still push down the I.
With corruption and in spite

A soul stored within every individuals eyes:
Pain, grief and lies ,are seen by all eyes.

Yet... United we keep dividing ,each other's lives.
Kicking dust in our eyes ,while we run to the finish line.

So I ask, simply:
Why...
Do we constantly single out the I?

Can't you see!

Humanity!
Can be built up with I's ,You's and Me's!

So please;
Can we try to see within each other's eyes
and realize the lives in all soulful eyes.
Tekan
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