Conditional

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We live conditional lives, bound by our history

Building horizons where none exists, ugly things

The brick and mortar bodies of our families

Our churches, politics; borders imprison

 

Safety, yet in constant fear, is no life

“Always share,” Mother always said

“Be kind,” the Father repeated,

Until no-one listened, even he; only words

 

If I know you I may say hello, probably not

My world is small, but it is mine

I share; the Sunday collection plate

Pennies to the homeless on the street

 

Comparing, clawing, grasping, pretending

“Always share,” Mother always said

“Be kind,” the Father repeated

Until no-one listened, even he; only words

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