Some creatures
Come into this world prepared
They are ready to survive
Instinctively knowing what to do
They handle life
On their own
All alone
That is not who we are
We come into this world
Calling out for connection
Yelling, screaming, crying out
For connection
We are cold and we seek heat
The warmth of being touched
We are hungry and we don't know
Where the food is
To nourish our body
We are uncomfortable
With the mess, we have made
We don't know how
To clean it up
Yelling, screaming, crying out
For connection
We need connection
Our survival depends on connection
Then we separate ourselves
By gender
By race, culture, ethnicity, class
Economically
Socially
Politically
We form our own group
Clicks
Tribes
Gangs
Alliance
They are like us
We huddle together
To protect ourselves
From those who are unlike us
By separation
We pull apart the very core
Of our security
With our insecurity
Mistrust
Suspicion
We turn on each other
Because of the irrational fears
Which have been planted
Deep in our heads and hearts
We have to do to them
Before they do to us
This is not who we are
Or this is not who we
Were meant to be
We come into this world
Calling out for connection
So...
Why do we separate ourselves
And kill each other?
We were made from love
Love never fails
But we fail
Every time
We don't love
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