Foreigners All

Are we not all foreign in each place but our own,
whether a thousand leagues afield or
merely one street over, are we not
ignorant of what lives
commence and terminate
at the borders of our own, are we not
unfamiliar as
the depths of ocean to the deeps of the earth?
How dare we clutch others close and
deem them our kin,
similar fathers and dissimilar sons,
abstract mothers and concrete daughters,
all of us, secreted away
become traitors by choice and circumstance
for the good of some small conquering.

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