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it’s on the rise so they said to me ... can you believe it? so i told them ... the nerve! *** *** what are they thinking? some people! We are the reasonable ones but They are idiotic, stupid bogans greedy arrogant money-grabbing capitalists or non believing infidels we are quick to form our clubs our churches of belief secure our self-righteousness fomenting hate for others we reinforce our togetherness with short hash-tagged rants we are bonded in our contempt for those other miscreants we forget our humanity and squabble over scraps while our planet dies we draw territorial maps we reinforce our borders forgetting what our wars have done to our fellow humans what has our fighting won? self interest media helps to congeal a fake ****** mess a long long way from real so spare the indignation open minds and hearts it’s only what we gave that’s remembered when we pass
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC
indignation ...
it’s on the rise so they said to me ... can you believe it? so i told them ... the nerve! *** *** what are they thinking? some people! We are the reasonable ones but They are idiotic, stupid bogans greedy arrogant money-grabbing capitalists or non believing infidels we are quick to form our clubs our churches of belief secure our self-righteousness fomenting hate for others we reinforce our togetherness with short hash-tagged rants we are bonded in our contempt for those other miscreants we forget our humanity and squabble over scraps while our planet dies we draw territorial maps we reinforce our borders forgetting what our wars have done to our fellow humans what has our fighting won? self interest media helps to congeal a fake ****** mess a long long way from real so spare the indignation open minds and hearts it’s only what we gave that’s remembered when we pass
noticing seemingly more self righteous indignation in the streets
rick-warr
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC
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