it was a large pond,
for all of us to drift,
preordained, to subsist, eat,
and share things of need,
be with each other, bicker,
yet always together,
despite of one’s color-
teal, orange, white, or red,
living in the perpetuity of harmony,
.
but what has become of us,
some grew up to be corpulent,
ripping off the skin of others,
there are those who bloat,
while others are left famished,
within the scrutiny, of
an interminable war of power,
crimson, bronze, grey, or pink,
water riddled, with blood stings,
.
intended to be fish spirits,
we ensued to be vultures
.
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