Any Humanity Left?
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Sandra Feldman
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Who are we, really?
In this muddy pile
Of idealistic rubble,
Part of History
Or just memories
Muddled,
Whose very existence,
Was more trouble
Than worth,
Because we seem committed,
To toxicity
Instead of creativity and mirth
Or even,
Just forgotten, how to act
With some specks of human worth.
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