The World is Broken by Amos Greig

I am not a silent poet

The world is broken
we dance upon the flames
of hate while words

stoke the embers
of fear and otherness
we gather similarities

disturbed by differences
we settle to the sound
of distant drums

circling in artificial
tribal patterns, while the fuel
runs out.

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