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Jun 2020
People are mean
they prey on weakness
they circle it
like buzzards to a dying goat,
People are mean
they hold each other down
whilst jumping ahead
like rats on a sinking ship,
People are mean
they change so slowly
and then they never look back
like slugs crawling at night
Invisible by dawn,
People are mean alright
They rob,
They ****,
They ******,
but the meanest thing of all
They ignore,
They ignore their neighbours
They ignore their family
They ignore their hearts
People are mean,
mean to themselves.
People are also capable of so much love.
Written by
Ian Everett  M/United Kingdom
(M/United Kingdom)   
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