The world consists of bumpkins and hicks.
Some have iPhones, some just have sticks.
Some bust up statues from 50 B.C.
Some lynch black men from yonder beech tree.
Some wear grass skirts and eat bowls of petal.
Others wear leather and dance heavy metal.
Some move mountains to get certain shoes,
Others think troubles all come from the Jews.
A touch of world, the grace of perspective,
Largely does lack in the human collective.
When we yoked men to the harness of global
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