The world is it now,
becoming?
They seek to divide,
us.
To better sell,
the goods.
Hate sells better
then love.
To advertise,
they must shock us.
Murder, theft, and robbery
sell better than,
kittens and new puppies.
To entertain, us.
They must divide, us.
By all measures,
the world gets better,
When I walk away,
turn it off,
and seek to serve.
Facebook poem 09/18/2018
Revised 09/19/2018
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