how splintered are
we
even in burials we
quarrel,
we argue all about
nothing,
much ado about a flint,
more bickering,
until the enemy comes,
and we are so unprepared,
divided, i repeat,
divided, we all fell.
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I would like to translate this poem
Individuality is an undeniable feature seen in every thing from cell to the compound, tissues to limbs, body up to the person and then to the group, community, society and the nation. Still, all beings have one good common reason to remain bound together; that is the humanity, the single common factor that is inseparable in all such splinters, however much each is big or small. A worthy and timely call to all humans. Thanks for sharing.