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Free Verse 6

I love the world as a collective,
And the people in it all together.
But how does it work out
That so many, by themselves,
Make the world seem so mean?
An unlucky streak of a life,
Continuous chance encounters with the worst
Can make a smoky pair of glasses
To look out into the world.
How sad when the glasses are wiped clean
And instead one looks into a smoky mirror!