I am the life that courses through your veins and every part of you.
Wandering endlessly, to and fro, allowing you to experience tomorrow.
I walk through your dark tunnels daily,
Nurturing the heart that beats so you can love
I nurture the eyes that allow you to see beauty
The ears that accept the embrace of music and voices
The brain that allows you to create.
Yet, my tunnels are repeatedly breached, over and over
By knife,
By bullet,
By fist,
And it is then I can no longer serve you,
Your beating heart can no longer be nurtured
Neither can your creating brain
Or your lusting ears.
I ask why this is,
When every single one of you houses the same nurturers
When every single one of you has the same tunnels.
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