The Clay
With fists full of clay we build the ball
reproducing all along and some just love the clay
so they take it from the others
still some just give their shares away
because they love their neighbors
while the artists
plunge deep their colours
into the barren, pale, dull grey
bringing forth the fruits of life
from the blinding and grinding day to day
where we all bury each other
while playing in the clay
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