So what are we, you and I?
Warriors? Or are we voyeurs?
So we blog – are we unlike beggars?
All you “patriots” do nothing but parrot
And self-proclaimed pacifists, rather passive-fists
Unclench your fist – the one that’s raised in the air
Take down those flags you wave here and there
Let go – the soil that you rightfully claim
For it is their blood that’s split, all in your name
For God or for Country
For Love or for Pride
For Freedom or Power
Who are You to decide?
Who walks the front line?
Who stretches the thin?
Who etches in the sand
The battle that’s within?
Set aside the differences
And what do you see?
Or is your sight dependant
On telling in-between?
Is it all compare and contrast?
Or is it just cause and effect?
Are we all this nations children
Or the subject of neglect?
So do you fight for your future,
or cry of your past?
Do you live in the present?
Or hide behind a mask?
So when do we stand alone
before a higher force?
And when do we forget the norms
and head straight for the source?
Now I am working my way, from the sea to the rivers,
Meandering along the many streams and divisions,
’til in the end I reach the spring, where it all began
Only then to realize – none of this was planned
There is no divine
Only a very fine line
Between You and I
But who lies above
And who sits below?
Am I the denominator?
– am I Zero?
If You are the infinite
Then I am none
I will divide You
’til we are nothing
Thanks to TheWhackster for helping me edit (or “tweak”) this enough to post.
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Even if you didn’t like or understand the poem. (Jerry, that’s you).