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Words are like knives — they split us apart.
For their greed, we are nothing more than an ingredient,
pressed and drained for profit born from war.
How easily they stir hatred,
as if a sharp blade could glide without resistance
through the flesh of a tomato.
Are we really that easy to cut?
So pliable, so blind?
Are we even human anymore
if we can hate each other so willingly?
© Ferit Sahin