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Children of our children,
of their children and their children and children beyond,
will define colour by the shirts they wear.
¶ 2
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There shall still be hatred,
if it were blue or red.
¶ 3
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From what was pleasurable laughter
to balked angry shouts,
eventually losing the reasoning for it all,
in adulthood.
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