it has occupied attention since before we were born
our grand fathers and mothers poorer for this conflict
our parents had to fight each other so we could be born
tiger's claws,lions teeth-these are little fists pumping
it makes victims of truth ,kindness and simplicity
it makes us carriers of dis-ease/fear/insecurities
You see,if this were ours/an original sin argument
no apple or snake would be necessary to document
eviction from innocence into a world of dust and fire and fear
We wear clothes now/but were naked once
and remember not why nor how we came to be here
This fight.It does not belong to us.A song does.We hum it
because we forget the words.It is the song of ourselves
sung to each other .And our loving presence is in the answering
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