'Unity' Poem by Marcus Nunnally

Conversate with strangers just to pass the time,
state your own opinion, is where they draw their line.
Gather up around you, begin to throw their darts,
make every statement personal, and get you in the heart.
No wonder we are sinking into little tiny groups,
if everyone had been this way, there'd be no me or you.
We may not even be here, though if we made it through,
We'd still have 13 colonies with nothing left to prove.
What released us in the beginnings has now become our vice,
If you don't want my opinion, then don't seek my advice.