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•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
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Concrete Poem 5 of 30
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