Similar In So-Many-Ways Poem by Mark Heathcote

World conscience must make strides,
and prise open doors and open eyes,
so-our-fragility can be recognised.

But how is it we get so polarised
so self-destructive
look beyond the mirror,
see-there's-more-to all of this than you.

Let continents and cultures collide.
We are all citizens poorly advised;
similar in so-many-ways, no-disguise.

We bleed, we die, and know how to cry,
we are brothers and sisters,
and when it's all told a-bag-of cinders.

Left unclaimed, waiting for repatriation
to another isolation chamber,
to be rediscovered like a gnat in amber.

DNA-sequencing of every atom,
sent down a collider
questions answered about the laws of attraction.