Divided..we stand
Fighting, yet we are the same
Our blood spills, painting the
streets
We have heard the same battle
cry for hundreds of years
Yet, we fight for a lie
Divided we will be conquered
made slaves of the state
They tell their lies to push
us to eliminate each other
They will kill who is left..
Denying one side a chance
to be educated
Giving only enough to
survive
While giving the other side
alittle more only take it away
While holding them up as a
target, an enemy
“Saying this your enemy”
Truth is both sides are slaves
They just provide alittle more
So that they breed contempt
In the other side.
In the end, both sides will see
The true enemy, and will know
They were used, as they are being
Destroyed.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe