There is only… Us.

The inhumanity of

man

towards

man.

Is consistently vociferous, pernicious

And subsequently

malignant…

Infecting the whole

with

The sordid roll of the dice.

As

it

pits

those

who

feign

ignorance.

Under the guise of sinister discernment

To divide, conquer and intersperse…

The contagion of myopic thought

to

the

legions

whose

power

lies, in numbers.

But it is the lie that does them in.

Race…

The avenue

At the intersection…

Where fallacy trumps science.

But I patiently,

wait

for

the

Earthlings to rise up

And drink from the

cup…

 

Of oneness.

There is no you, them…

There is only us.