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Saw a homeless guy and gave him a sandwich.
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He refused but I insisted; he thanked me profusely.
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Snow on the ground—wondering if he was too cold;
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hope he's all right now, seemed like a pretty nice guy.
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Good old fashioned tikkun olam, putting it back together
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piece by piece. It's kinda rare to see these days:
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person-to-person, neighbour-to-neighbour.

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Found some war crimes, downloaded the footage,
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got court-martialed; seven years being tortured.
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People calling me a traitor—what'd I do wrong?
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The president hates me and orders more missile strikes.
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War crime after war crime, no justice, no peace,
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black and brown people slaughtered in the streets.
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Protecting what? Property. Serving what? Capital.

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Maybe, just maybe, it was a joke from the beginning,
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starting from genocide, doing nothing about genocide.
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Men without chests in the halls of power.
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Pray to Jesus something might change, maybe…
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Seems like a farce to me. That glimmer of hope
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just keeps on fading, fading, fading away from sight.
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'You must love your neighbour as yourself.'

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