Tribalism
I sit here always trying to make sense
of the beautiful world that surrounds me.
The sunlight just dazzles, spring leaves are dense
on the trees, in their fluttering seem to be
dancing on the season's arbitrary breezes.
What I don't understand and must question
is the flaw in our makeup that seizes
on each other's frailties, with cold intention
we murder each other in the streets.
In current history a tribe, once slaves
with smothered dreams, violence greets,
from another's fears of lost privilege, like knaves.
We are so sharp of tooth and red of claw
and so at odds with the beauty of Nature's law.
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