Support Groups Poem by Amanda Saveley

Why is everything so repetitive?
I hear the same damn thing
From the same damn groups of people
If everyone shares the same problems,
Should the world be in a support group?
If the whole world were in a support group,
There would be less war
There would be less genocide
People would see that all people are the same
We all have different ideas
And our faiths differ
As much as our tastes in music
But we are all the same
Our anatomy is the same
Just as my heart is the same
As a heart that beats somewhere in Sydney
Somewhere, there is the heart of a man
From Bangladesh,
A country I'd never even thought of
Until I met the man
Whose ideas, morals, and feelings
Match mine perfectly
So, you see
We are all the same
And if everyone could see that,
We would have no need for support groups,
Would we?