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. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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