we walk back,
hand in hand
into a gleam of seductive possibilities
among the mist of warlords
in their growing hostilities
a call to arms
carrying us the faith,
in desperate charms
drawn by a plague,
those scattered shadows
were foreseen
in all foolish steps between
crushing into
the grounds of certainty
concepts of humanity, they lied to us
through media alarm calls
and crooked views of equality
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