BLINDING EGO
Gravel in eyes, in gut, in soul
Pounding pavement: mortar
Pestle: dirty shoes
Of men
blinded by ego
Repeating records of hate
spinning turnstiles
endlessly
Panting screeching spinning banging
on doors locked entered with force
Plundering raping scorching
devastation
Unseen by milk and honey
Promised land not
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