I yearn for a gentleness in man
But do not think to look for it in myself
I, like the world at large, am too busy
wallowing in my own fear
Protected and sheltered hands cannot reach out.
You already know this.
I speak your words
My ideas flow in you
Even with all our new technology
Our agnst is ages old
There is nothing particularly novel about my turmoil.
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