To you who feel entitled,
self righteous,
the right to claim grains of sand
beneath mortal feet,
feet of clay
no more than grain
you pray for security,
a mere illusion will do
so you subscribe to some illustration
reinforce separation,
institutions to reflect it,
borders to protect it,
and identities to define it.
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