What are we cultivating
in this land of plenty?
Why are we growing
Hate
Anger
Division
in single segregated rows?
Where thick clouds are
content to obscure the sun
Content to ferment this
new dark age of mold
The intensity of disaster
coupled with the emotional fear
of abstract clan survival make
the seas so high on pride
Many lost small boats are media swollen
and floating on the spiteful vengeance
of uncontrolled power
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