Daily I marvel at our stubborn desire
To make things in the world so much
Harder than they really need to be
To make myself my enemy
And then try to blame you for it
For every criticism three acts
Of kindness leave us still in debt
In the actual economic sense
Whose lives pay for the abused
Or neglected child or anyone
Don't you think it comes out
Of our already heavily mortgaged
Souls what we owe to one another
And to living on the earth at all
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