I felt it,
When the roots are sucking my strength.
When the streams are eating my face.
Is that what I'm made for?
People fighting people
Animals killing animals
People making people
I felt like
I got eaten by my own children.
'They are not pushing you away,
You are just blocking them from you'.
A big conference man said,
At a big VIP conference meeting.
But, did you know?
I have ever push anybody away.
I often asked a question.
And, I often didn't get the answer.
Is that what I'm made of?
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