Social Poetry
It is a small world,
How many people,
With different coincidences,
Divided vantage,
How many names cried out,
Beliefs and traditions gripped,
Somebody said you are,
Others denied your existence,
And someone took silence.
Somebody say you are sole,
Others say you are so many,
Someone considered your look,
Someone considered your soul,
There has been debate for centuries,
Debate turned into war,
Swords were pulled,
Guns were loaded,
And you were laughing there,
On absurdity of humankind.
