I see the greedy man
whose only son comes
from a curious wish
for money who he already has.
I hear the believing man's speech:
if there's nothing in mind,
we will be safe
behind the golden walls.
I touch the cruel man
whose young face
darkens our sky.
I recognize this vulgar man
when I realize this mirror,
reflecting what we must remember.
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