The myths of life do not reveal
how to endure the intolerable.
When the day's affront
multiplies insolence,
we fold our hands,
nod heads in acceptance
too beaten to resist,
flee to deathly dreams
seeking immigration
to a safer climate
from real or imagined offense,
fearful of more affliction.
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