In a system of language
We are the prey.
Prey of misunderstanding
And hatred with
Inferiority complex.
Permit not all water
To flow.
But permit that are there
With the stream
And the tide.
Feel the pulse of the day,
Hear the words of the moon,
Live with the rising sun,
And go with the star.
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