We are divided
Stretched on the rack until we are separated,
limbs popping and muscles tearing
from the strain of dislocation
a condemnation
of those who do not share our beliefs.

Desperate for homogeneity
We try to melt silver, bronze, copper, and gold
Not caring that they have different melting points
Or that they shine bright
in their own right.

Defying chemical law
Our opposites do not attract.
Love or hate
Black or white
Yes or no
Wrong or right.

Our country,
Once a beautiful mosaic in Jimmy Carter’s eyes…
different colors, different shapes
held together by the glue of freedom….
is cracking, the lines that separate us
growing deeper
more divisive
and with one quick blow we will shatter.

It seems as though compromise is a fantasy.
A mythical land without borders,
teeming with colorful butterflies,
that is lightyears away.