Every flower

that you c r u s h

bestially beneath

your feet,

evolves as fragrance,

larger than life,

and spreads across all realms of faith.

Every voice

that you stifle

echoes deeper

in its silence

and penetrates

through all ignorant deafness.

You’re not the cleaver

you think yourself to be;

you are but a n-e-e-d-l-e

that ends up stitching us,

our fragmented diaspora


Every innocent human

you sacrifice to your insanity,

returns as a global flood of humanity

that seeks to submerge

your pithless angst.


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