The Tired Writings of a Shy Optimist // Poetry

Solitude

What can I say except
Forgive us
For slashing apart
Our universes
For unbinding
Our cultures
In a nation that
Has far from
Reached its capacity
In a world where
Right and wrong
Has no meaning
Is it so far to assume
The blame was always
On us?
A war of sides
Borders that lock us in
Lock us out;
Your people
Are stuck on the wrong side
And even authorities
Can't process
What's wrong