I live in a circle with no pie
And diameter of one span
No further than the tip of my nose
This is my universe
Full of sacred words
I love oppressed nations,
At least this is what I am told
Although I always conform with oppressors
I hate dictators and despots
And again, my taxes go to them
And I never ask “why?”
May be the radius of the question
Extends beyond my circle of sight
I saw a woman in short skirt
Planting political placards on her lawn
My neighbor waved at me praising
Democracy and Freedom
Our WORLDS differ, I ponder
Beyond the tips of our noses
A vast space of nothingness lives
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