Unity
Division.
Not of a sport,
nor a fraction.
We are people.
We're the people.
So what happened?
Funny thing I recall
is whenever there's a wall
to keep out others,
we box in ourselves.
Isolated.
We're like unfitting hands,
misshapen pieces
of a puzzle.
Little do we know,
that so many can
make one.
Complex. Simple.
Beautiful.
Like multiplication.
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