people
races
roots and rearing
the world over
worlds outside of even our own
there i saw it on the screen
spawn war
i ride past your installations on saturday mornings
thinking up your destructions
keeping up the arms race
it's my training keeping my pace high
i ride quickly by
in your victory i see only us all die
your side my side
we cannot see eye to eye
and yet the tides rise and fall
the sun sets but they say it will
change and we will suffer
you charge off with no other offer
but dismiss the hiss
riding hard in opposite directions
our fate mated blood and flesh
responsibilities create boundries
and we see opposite sides of the same coin
playing games little child
hard work needing to be done
and not many are among the working
silver and gold visions blinding
the obvious
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