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Tomorrow, Inshallah
we should be grateful that tomorrow came at all,
because it’s not us who make it be.
But we forget.
Tomorrow, Inshallah
we’ll play again on the stage.
A stage we did not make.
But we forget.
Karma, fate, Inshallah.
We took their words but left their minds behind
So we can forget.
Privileged to forget,
haughty amoebas in a drop of water taking over the world.
Tomorrow they’ll play again.
Inshallah.
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