There're animals
on both sides,
the most despicable, horrible
animals,
who twist the narrative
for an inch of land,
for an imagined god,
for a trivial slight,
a slight passed on
across generations
like a Chinese whisper.
The same twisted narratives
are churned,
blended with new sentiments
to appeal to emerging appetites,
garnished with fallacies,
plated
as an appealing dish,
served
ice cold
to the famished masses.
The hollow vessels
echo
with deafening chants
of 'absolute justice'.
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