The world isn’t Black and White

If we think it is, then we have already lost the fight

When we no longer reach across the aisle, but instead take flight

It’s like we have gone into the cold dark dreary night 

It is in this time we must stand with our neighbors with all our might

Show our leaders they no longer need to bite

But that owe can go forward together and experience the beautiful light. 

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I wrote this poem in 2020 while reading and seeing all the political strife that was in my country (USA). It stuck me as so odd that everywhere I turned when reading the media or the things people shared on the internet, all I saw was these boiled down, black and white points that each side of the aisle would build their entire identify on, leaving the details that allow for compromise and working together to the wayside. It hurt me bad, as I knew for a fact, I use to witness say a Democrat and a Republican, who in real life, compromised and worked together with no problem, but as soon as they turned on their TV or logged into their social media, it was like all the color left their souls, they forgot of the beauty of their partnership, and joined their camps as the world was torn apart losing it’s beauty. Losing the hands that would reach out and help one another, losing the ability to just work together towards something greater!