People

Heat and terror in a crowd
As prone to spreading as a local disease of the mind
Or a regionally misconstrued concept in society

People blend, mix, divide, erupt into eachother
Like storms upon storms
Thrashing, all of them

And I still take the time to contemplate
These meager efforts at a right handed existence
And I still chase my mind into hate
These eager left handed soldiers of resistance.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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