We have become accustomed to prophets.
Their voices are so many, so much we can't hear.
Because we are also the prophet, we have a voice.
Hear, hear we cry, for our own cause our own hurt.
We forget the other, we have forgotten sacrifice.
No one knows how to compromise, to give a little.
Because we are dependent on one another.
Understanding is a two way street, is there a care?
Where have you gone, will we wander insistent?
Dying in our own ignorance of helping, surrender.
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