*Note: To get the full effect of how I would like this poem to appear, check the note on my Facebook by the same title.
divided.
It makes no sense to deny it.
Although we have a king,
we are slaves to others.
Although we have life,
we are plagued by death.
Although we have love,
we are filled with hate.
What matters is that we fight.
For these wars will pass away
and we will all
be taken up
be made whole
be clean.
Until then,
we are all kingdoms
divided.
