One colour of blood,
Yet, we are divided.
by the Gods we worship,
by the colour of our skin,
by the men we choose to lead us,
by the money we have or don’t,
by the dreams in conflict.
by the hatred ignited,
so deep and hot,
that division is how it begins,
and destruction is how it ends.
This poem is written in response to today’s “Daily Prompt – Divide”.
Link to today’s Daily Prompt : Divide