We are Broken Pots.

We are so empowered yet so devoured.

We have all the rights that were faught for by the Martins.

Yet we use them to tear and devide.

Our rights have outweighed our neighbour's

Our rights stamp over our responsibilities.

In the stove of our dreams we mould ourselves.

Each into their own dream, a pot of clay shaped to take over the world.

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