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Jul 2013
Sleepers will sleep;
Their minds shut off
To the world of pain
Surrounding them,
Belonging to the
Seers who see
All the hurt;
The injustice;
The suffering.

Feelers will feel
The world and
All its imperfect
Pain wrapped in
A cloak of invisibility
That has been chained
Around them by the
Sleepers who sleep
To pretend these
Seers and feelers
Are only dreams.
2020: still true. I should just re-title this as β€œPrivilege”
Rebekah Wilson
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