Mortal Enemies

(a poem)

You 

are not my enemy. 

I 

am not yours. 

We may fundamentally 

disagree. 

We may never see

eye to eye. 

We may not understand

our differing points of view. 

But we share

a common 

humanity,

a fragile

mortality.  

We must not buy

the deadly lies 

we are sold;

difference 

is to be

feared,

otherness 

is a 

threat,

homogeneity 

is the 

goal. 

No. 

There is beauty 

in this kaleidoscope. 

There is magnificence 

in this mystery. 

There is wonder 

in this journey. 

We must learn

to walk,

to live,

to be

together. 

We are not enemies. 

We are family.