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The poet Rumi once wrote of many lamps that shine one light ,the forms and bodies vary though the same fire ignitesEach the manifestation of a single ..
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Life’s become an upload of the crass and the mundane, connected through the chronic disconnect we try in vainto overcome via reaching out throug..
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Terror is the knife to neck, but not the buzzing drone,
a bullet and a ditch but not a toddlers body blown
apart as death rains down upon ..
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Empty
heads are ripe for filling with empty stories made to fit,
this
dulling of our consciousness we actively permit,
reality
ign..
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Fields now turned to graveyards with what’s fallen from the skies,
In a land already plagued by words that wear a dark disguise
Conflic..
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Hatreds harvest comes again in a rocky Hebron field
This bloodied land so fertile each year brings a larger yield
Seeds planted and plough..
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Watching those connected to a state of disconnect
The geometry of random lines that never intersect
A million little stars who in the mirro..
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The cradle of civilisation trembles under blackened flags,
the barrels preaching sermons to their flocks of body bags
Visions of a paradise ..
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A white woman found murdered in a land of deep divides,
of hatred based on race towards those stolen on the tides,
where freedom found remai..
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The proverbial fleece that once covered just eyes it appears has
migrated to tongues,
truth has been censored and sentences passed on the basis ..
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