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White Noise

Maybe the sirocco is a prayer,
and maybe we're not old enough to hear,
since all we find is sand and blood and air
as Hammurabi's children disappear

Each day we write new lines for that frontier
in tabloid fonts, in memes and gifs and guff;
we see a picture, shed a little tear
and click away. Wow, Kimye's up the duff!

No, splitting up. No, dumb and drunk. Enough!
The world is not so small that minds must shrink
to match. It's true some people have it tough
and pain is relative, but we must think.

We have enough for everyone to share
regardless of the clothing that they wear.

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