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Alarming to say the least, 
this brawl that has become a feast.
Hands against throats, caught in a stalemate.
This our truly sad fate. 

Making enemies with those we once called a friend.
A playing tit for tat, just to make humanity bend. 
Oil and water that will never truly blend. 
With vile deeds, we all pretend. 
That our actions are explainable, any means to an end. 

Here where we mortal men, 
Sew what we reap, 
And never like what we seek. 

© 2016 Dell Anne Raye 
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