The Many

Abhorrent the ways of man scraping into the plentiful land acute on the ways of the many.

My pride overshadowed by domination and scold for the endless conquest for pennies.

I, like the ocean am the true holder of the earth but to the chaos that I am thirst quenching.

To God I am the truly beautiful one but my resemblance to them is uncanny.

I cannot stand what I have become the abhorred feast of the many.

until we all can look in side of ourselves we will never see that we have plenty.

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