Given: there is insult to injury- spoken.
The words delivered to the stranded children.
Break their spirits, and their hearts wide open.
Aged and worn is the innocence held- token.
Like a blanket laundered far too many times,
the fabric of our morals is nothing more than random squares and lines.
Flight takes us above the distinction.
Lies turn our truth into fiction.
Signs pointing to roads far ahead:
the road's straight despite what it says.
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