A Trip To Nowhere
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Sandra Feldman
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I write, I fight,
I'm tired now.
Nothing does change,
The Why, the How,
Remain the same,
Man Always,
Is inflicting pain,
The war, the death,
The lack of bond,
And yet no one,
Can see beyond,
Their own personal,
Little pond.
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