...Only Who is Left

We see the world
through different lenses.
Yours disturbs me,
mine's offensive.
We build fences
to keep out the other,
though the key to our cage
is with our brother.

Clinging to our perspective
though the Truth is One.
Experience is subjective,
what is done is done.
Though we can't seem to agree
on a common thread;
this understatement apparent
by the miles of dead.

We see the world
from different angles --
fractured vertices all in tangles.
Empathic failures,
our soul it strangles.
Humanity, love
is what separation mangles.

Why can't we both be right?
Our dualities,
polarities
they squeeze so tight.
Maybe we're both wrong,
a more pointless fight!
Yet we spit and blowhard
with all our might,
the deeper we go into
that delusional night.

Your myth is a myth,
my story is just a story;
we each say that our side
deserves the glory.
But no one wins,
it's just tragic and gory --
carpets of injustice
rolled out before me.

You have some pieces,
I have a few too.
Just think what we could do!
with some harmony
and glue.
Bring your open eyes
ears
heart
and mind,
with some honest context
I know we will find
a holistic view.
We can use this deja vu
to build a future
that's noble and new.
Mend the ends
where hatred chewed through.
Change our compass from
screw or be screwed,
to
what happens to me
happens to you.
Born without boundaries,
we always knew
that only then
will we know what's True.