Weeping Abstractions

So, heard you killed someone 
Who didn’t believe in your abstraction

You felt yours’ was more abstract 
And the other’s not so much
Hence you could burn 
That lady

And you! You thought nature 
Was a better abstraction 
So you nicely beat up
The old man

What about you? You lynched 
That different one who felt 
There was nothing 
 To Abstract

You both had similar abstractions
But different histories, right?
And hence, dead twins
On a father’s hands

I am sure your masters are overjoyed
But your abstractions weep

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