Who we love they all despise
and strike with hungered eyes
Those that they cherish we hate
We throw them at the reapers gate
Bone, blood, flesh and air
Fill us all just like love and despair
So why do we snarl at the river
If you look deeper the stream is a mirror.
Exceptional poem, I particularly like the way that, to me, the last line can be read as an answer to the previous one. Thought provoking and well-composed, thank you for this.
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