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Near the end of others are us
Sharks of the world seas,
cut of their essential Finns.
Near the end of others are us
In our saddle of distance or proximity,
Near the vain end of animals we conveniently invoke, some pyramid,
And continue to another rationalized hypocrisy,
Confrontation!
Myself again, contra me!
Thyself opposing thee!
We buttering the knife that’s going to stab
We hiding behind our smoke screens by modern means,
Innovating creatively ways of shutting down the screams,
Like those of all sharks of the world seas
When being cut of their essential Finns!
As in all those girls, not the many that have a hard choice,
But choose it, anyway,
But that number, some say it’s augmenting,
Of daughters astray, cannibalized by beasts of any age, sex or creed,
Deceived and dehumanized exploited vandalized in the name of greed.
And I, behind this intelligent keyboard, writing these slogans
Not able to stand for what I always believed,
Guiltily omitting my duty to humanity in pain,
Giving away a flame burning hot in exchange.
Sitting or laying down away from the experiment, hearing my own lament,
Tormented by the greater need of others,
Blindly looking to their naive ingenuity building a world
Reiterating their attempt, reaching further.
A palpable thing where I’ll never belong.
