in transient spaces I hear distance
faltering into cracks of carried voices
choices to ignore passersby without asking why
they walk among us, unsung causes without faces
while affluent collar races, they chase us
sparing change while we refuse to change
one for all, the silent storm awaits us.


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"Do me the courtesy of assuming that I am an individual with his own thoughts and feelings and I will do the same for you. Actually, try applying that principle in general and we'll all be happier" - Olu

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