what we understand is sense
what we do not is nonsense
what we like is sense
what we do not is nonsense
what we accept is sense
what we do not is nonsense
what we preach is sense
what others do is nonsense
the way we live is sense
the way others do is nonsense
what we perceive is sense
what others imagine is nonsense
the weapons we wield is sense
the bombs they shell is nonsense
the way we dress is sense
what they wear is nonsense
the wars we make is sense
the peace they dream about is nonsense
the hunger we feel is sense
people dying of hunger, nonsense
our life gets better is sense
the world gets worse is nonsense
A poem by MVJ Simon (All rights reserved)
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