How fortunate watching life through my window
Moving
Breathing
Dancing in the yard
Safe
Protected from the world beyond the chain-link fence
My heart hurts for those…
Casualties? No, residents
Damned by a monomaniacal ideology
Because of their home and their credence
Look through their windows
Watch movement stand still
Breath become dust
Dancing toward death
How fortunate we are to be unawareNarcissists, fearing our own ignorance
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