In a dream vision I was caught between
Two warring factions; clad in different colours:
Of similar tongues and of the same blood.
I wondered why they had split far apart.
After witnessing the disturbing scenes,
It seems like the conflict was mainly due
To the same old flaws in the human realms:
The quest for power; tribal jealousies
And unjust laws. Yet one thing stood out most:
Both factions had made money their Idol.
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