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On occidental shores they wait
The invisible divide
Locusts on the scent once more
Yearn for the call to flight,
And to the skies they turn their eyes
To justify their wills
And shun the greater calling
That begs for us to hear,
Passion fires hate-stoked burn bright
By enemies imagined
And vitriolic words thrown
On pathways for our safety,
The fear we fear kept far at bay
By raising terror’s arm
Deflecting from the truth
In blame we find our hope,
And cast our gaze to higher law
Regardless of a name
We shift our eyes to distant shores
Let hatred bury love.

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