they are all ensanguined

we are all different

they say

as they pass their misused mirrors

as they fold their imbrued hands

in this creation, this mutation

misconceptionally called

a fair civilization

we are all equal

they say as they place

the pieces of us broken

in tendentious corners

in different colored boxes

in jars labeled "exceptions"

we are all enemies

they say

or we see it in their eyes

fold at predestined lines

and take it as they hit

we stumble

as they force
we kneel

as they push

and we will never be the same
after meeting ourselves
in the reflection
they call
truthfully
honestly
unfortunately

you