The Rift
We take up arms against one another,
we engage in mass killing of each other,
yet we’re of the same parents, Adam and Eve.
We kill one another in cold-blooded murder
because of politics, enmity, rituals, ..., for mere burger,
yet we’re all descendants of the same couple.
We knowingly cheat one another- injustice,
favouritism, ethnicism, racism, prejudice, ...,
yet we’re all siblings, brothers and sisters.
Your evils against me and mine against you
constitute man’s manifest evil against man,
yet man’s man, man’s men and men’re a man.
When then will we drop arms against each other,
and realise the long forgotten brotherhood sense?
Brotherhood, I mean, brotherhood in its true meaning.
When will we be united, not untied, like a broom,
and stop being divided by meaningless lifeless things-
boundaries, skin colours, accents, dressings, ...?
When will men be a single man in thought,
ideology, action, ..., with different parts
but only one mono-compact body?
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