CRUX-TUB / ANXIOUS WORLD
Too many people are alive, it seems;
nervously fence-sitting at borders,
jumping guns and leaping from trucks?
In the gaping of each ghetto, worldwide
piles of kinfolk and family, clutching,
in tears, or hungry, in need. Others sit
about, actively waiting for anything
else at all. The nerves are shattered.
Flags unfurled.
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So many alike and so many apart:
Children born and oldsters torn.
The dead and the dying; no where
is there peace. It's a tearing from
vapor, how this world falls apart.
The people come. The people go.
(Those who stay, get by the least).
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