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I saw the men striving

into hardened, abstract beings

looking at humans for the answer

to humanity

I stare at the invisible walls

lasers blinding our infacy

of enlightenment

although contrast brings hope

wants feed the wisdom

which defies malignancy

in vicious gladiator battles

and corporate stock trading

all along the carnival ride

which is so smooth.

The End

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