Murder



 Democracy died and we all killed her.

We allowed our way, our own right,

To trump a middle way, for us to hear

One another. We shut the door and expected

Peace, instead we got death, and storm.

Until we know the phrase, once again,

Out of many one. Diversity makes unity.

It is not in making others believe our way.

We point a finger at one person and forget,

These same fingers point at us, right is not.

The win is in love, in a tapestry of colors.

This, this is the truth diversity, not uniformity.


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