False Divide

Slam poetry.

They call it a divide, the great divide,
Between the murky “this” and “that”
Shadows only,
Undefined
They throw the umbral differences up on the wall
Make them out to be specters of the night
Haunting, creeping, the monsters under the bed—

Walk straight, walk true
They’ll set up hedges but run on through
They’ll tell you things but it’s all deceit
The dark reflection they’d run from too
Walk on, walk through
A shadow can only break you
If you let it have its phantom grip.

You see there’s no divide, there’s no absolute
And if there’s a law that splits us all
It’s between those who think and go alone
And those who follow meekly, the vast herd of sheep
Don’t believe all they say—they’re just as scared
That abyss is illusion—step off the ledge—
You’ll find you can cross it all just fine
And maybe from the middle in no-man’s land
You’ll see both sides and no divide.

After all isn’t it all one earth?
After all aren’t we all just human?
Maybe as lost and struggling, but we’re all just as bright
After all isn’t it one galaxy?
Does the universe fracture itself in splinters?
The stars they dance, but it’s in tandem
It’s a symphony all together
There’s no limit to the music
You’re unlimited
And a divide only makes you weaker—

United we stand, divided we fall
So rip off the blinders and pierce the veil
Get over your fear of the dark
You’ll see
What one paints a shadow another calls light
You can’t have one without the other
Chiaroscuro, complements
You’ve gotta have it all to live
So step over the divide and then wipe it out
Scrawl every man’s story everywhere
I’d like to see them try and shatter
What everyone knows is whole.