The skies crack and tear
bleeding for the pain
the swords we use
to play these games
For the reasons
we die and kill each other
for injustice reborn on our daughters
and our alienated brothers
It’s natures own way
to balance and clean
pooling our troubles gracefully
in swiftly moving streams
Carried to the oceans
rising heated in the sun
realizing we mingle our issues
with ancient and future ones
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