On flagpole arena were the gathering crowds
Their differences passing between them
Words rise as weapons once did
Arguments rubbed smooth by repetition
Swarms swallow every upchuck
The other person's idea into ear
Eyes move across the faces
searching for another interpretation
The words climb into cracks in convictions
out through the throat and into the voice
Straight into the waiting ears
of a multitude willing to listen
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