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"We are an island" he says

The other man smiles and replies

"We are an island indeed"

In deed and in word

We fool ourselves

Something can be done

And nothing is clear or concise

As the transmission of reason

And clear thinking are slowly

Weeded out and buried

Separation becomes the

Standard and everyday practice

Drawing in becomes more complete

With every downcast eye

And mumbled word

Dead words on both sides

And all the inbetweens

"Where do we stand?"

Echoes in the empty spaces

Never to be filled

As the devisions continue being defined

Untill everyone is the enemy

With the collapsing comes a lust

For revenge destroying more

Ourselves not the least

As we carry out what was screamed for

We forget screaming sounds

Weak over the rush of air

And constant destruction

And tears and empty words