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Discarded into the trenches of American family values,
I taste mustard gas moralities on the breeze and it stings.
Weaponized bible-bombs explode unholy notions,
impaling the innocent and guilty equally
with shards of hate and the shrapnel of panic.
We that God created equal are now somehow different.
Our colored skins, figure shapes, mystic visions, and location, location, location
separate us siblings into rivals by our trivial factions.
Even as the bayonet bleeds the enemies dry,
the rivers of blood remain unnoticed by all.
No one seeing that each rivulet of death flows together
and in its' bloody delta, creates an identical sea of red.
Until death do us part, as we all are dying alone,
right here, right now, on this battlefield of life,
our brothers and our sisters, realizing at the end
that each of us was a treasure to be adored.
We realize, that each who slip away at the hands of the wrathful,
the survivors become weakened in the heart and in the soul.
We realize, that these arms were not meant to destroy,
they were meant to reach out and embrace each other.
And finally, we realize that in the reflection of each other’s eye
we are able to see ourselves staring back.
When you see yourself in my eyes,
will you be the embracer or will you be the destroyer?
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