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Frayed Edges of the Same Cloth
I turn my eyes, contrary to
the usual reflection of sufficient
light, now reveals an
antagonistic view.
Distorted, frayed edges
between the continuum,
from black to white,
bewilders clarity.
Overwhelming silence, from
those to whom benefit
seems granted
Separation begins as
protracted controversy rises
from those of common descent
Turmoil, destruction cries
in the night, an echo against
the skin of a broken drum
Deafening silence, befalls
a portion of the ones whose
various hues a blending of
dark pigment offer nothing
Closing their eyes they turn
away from the clan
Away from sullen features,
they hold tight a believed
perception of fabricated
injustice
Together they mingle high
above counting coins watching
those scramble after the
ones that slipped away.
the usual reflection of sufficient
light, now reveals an
antagonistic view.
Distorted, frayed edges
between the continuum,
from black to white,
bewilders clarity.
Overwhelming silence, from
those to whom benefit
seems granted
Separation begins as
protracted controversy rises
from those of common descent
Turmoil, destruction cries
in the night, an echo against
the skin of a broken drum
Deafening silence, befalls
a portion of the ones whose
various hues a blending of
dark pigment offer nothing
Closing their eyes they turn
away from the clan
Away from sullen features,
they hold tight a believed
perception of fabricated
injustice
Together they mingle high
above counting coins watching
those scramble after the
ones that slipped away.
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