Now we stand divided
Aren't we tired?
From all these chains
Chains that has--and still dissociates us
Dissociated from our own roots?
It's not our will
Neither is it our wish
I mean,this bill
To segregate us
With so called--borders
Did we need these borders?
We have eyes but blind
Unlike the bat which sees in the night
We can see it happening
So why these suffering?
We deteriorate-under duress we divide
They flourish--willingly,side by side.
Now it's enemies we create
With weapons we never made
Ut omnes unum sint
Together we must think
Together then--we'll win
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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