1+1?2+0
Surely we can't be living like this.
Surely we can see our living mistakes.
Look at our feasts, our homes, our clothes.
Look at their morsels, their shelters, their rags.
Something has to happen--no longer can this go on.
Something will tip the balance--can't you see what we've done?
Allowing greed, power, hate and self to be valued.
Allowing altruism, feebleness, love and others to be forgot.
We weren't made to be like this.
We were all made the same.
All of us like ones on the chalkboard.
All of us essential to equating life.
1 + 1 = 1 + 1
1 + 1 ? 2 + 0
1 = 1
2 ? 0
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