IF WE STAND DIVIDED [Part 2]

almost 2 years ago

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This poem is essentially a journey into Man's political, social, spiritual and economic domains. It examines various issues of corruption, tribalism, religion and apathy. It questions attitudes of individuals, postures of companies, dispositions of communities and positions of government. It delves into the past , criticizes the present and forecast for the future.

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IF WE STAND DIVIDED [Part 2]

We can divide in unity
And go our seperate
Ways in peace better than pieces
And stand still and strong
If we choose

We are already divided
And can stand divided
Out tongues
Divide us
Our cultures
Divide us
Our customers
Divide us
Our rivers
Divide us
In dreams, in lands
In victory we divide
Why should we
Stick to unity?

Iron cannot hold with mud
Water cannot hold with crude
What has light to do with darkness
Or truth with falsehood
After all winds divide to
South, East, West and North
North pole and South Pole repel

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After all oceans divide us to
Sea, rivers, ponds and lakes
Each minding it's territories
And standing

Are we united
In practice or pranks
In harmony or hegemony
Are we united
In diversity or
Divided in unity?

We are too complex
To continue as one
Cattle and crude
Are we not complex
To divide and have
Peace is better than
To unite and be in pieces
We can stay divided
Occasionally unite for
Common purpose
So let us strengthen
Legitimize the division
Already inherent in us

We are no longer at ease
To dwell together
We bear so much brunt
Because we force ourselves
On each other
The trouble with us is
We are not real
We live in a world of dreams
And call it idea
But in reality we are in
Daydream fit to be called
Day nightmare!
Why should we suffer
The troubles of unity
When we can enjoy
Benefits of division

When broken ends in a pipe
Is held together by a rub of oil
When concrete is bound
To wood with a pin
When a silhouette is built on storm
When four ferns are glued with spit
Then it is a matter of time
For when a tower is already
Inclined to one side a slight
Push by the wind of fortune
Will make it fall completely over!

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