From Undivided....To Divided.... Poem by MBJ Pancras

It was an enclosure blessed with unity and concern,
There was common share; each having equal meal,
The sun was shone on all the children; the same light,
Selflessness coupled with fun and frolic existed,
Simply the thought of oneness dwelled in each of them,
A beauty of unity shared among the inhabitants,
The landlords of the enclosure showered rain on all,
It was the rain on all, common for all,
And none coveted even a single droplet on their own,
There was no shadow work behind each other,
It was an undivided enclosure which sheltered all,
Mathematics was taught, but not numbers,
Physics was trained, but not units,
Chemistry was instructed, but not elements,
Biology was educated, but not organs,
Literature was guided, but not divisions,
Each had unique skills and talents, but shared by all,
It was a life of unity built with solidarity,
Like a well-structured novel it had sequential plots,
And the plots woven in a single thread of family,
It was like a one seed sown in the soil,
It was a bond of affinity established by the single umbilical cord.
BUT it was all until the seed began to shoot out with branches,
Branches out of branches feeding THEIR leaves.
One bowl multiplied to many; unequal meal,
Each one divided the sun's light and bathed in divided rays,
Selfishness fettered with mockery and scorn lingered within,
Largely the thought of divisions ruled each of them,
Repulsiveness amongst kith and kin pulled out each other,
Each one coveted a droplet of the rain out of egoism,
Shadows sneaked onto the stage of contrived plots,
The enclosure became divided with limited space of shelter,
Mathematics was forgotten, but numbers were taught,
Physics became obsolete, but units were counted,
Chemistry was denied, but elements played the major role,
Biology was neglected, but organs were listed out,
Literature had lost its authenticity, but divisions took their root.
All learnt one skill - -the skill of dividing, and shared by all,
It was an episode of divisions degenerated out of self-centeredness,
Like a dilapidated building it is encompassed with debris and wreckage,
With single stories truncated from the thread of unity,
It is like a worn-out tree with pale leaves emitting poisonous steam,
Here are the pieces broken and scattered, meaningless to life.
Puppet shows are shown; mimicry shows are on stage;
Masquerades and masks are sold at every corner,
Games of covetousness are being played; Business calls are transacted,
Busy with the schedule of virtual sharing of messages,
Obsessed with ‘Hi-Fi' screenplays; cramped in stingy holes,
Floating on money on wheels, shrouded with rags of currencies,
Flickering with the lamps of colonial expansion,
Taking part in over-riding competitions, playing gimmicks of survival,
Carrying tiny oil lamps in the daring sunlight,
Entangled in thorny bushes fighting against the enclosure,
Having raised barricades amongst folks of one umbilical cord,
The drama is being enacted in an eerie silence on stage,
And what can be the climax of the plot is awaited?
It is a soundless noise traversing through the vacuum of life,
And it's in the midst of the devastating pandemic in swing.
Broken pieces can never be made full; even if mended, may fall short,
For all relationships have been bought with the lust of money.
Who are victors; who are losers?
And here is the answer:
Victors are those who are united for one cause;
Losers are those who are divided for various causes.
A day is fixed for each to leave for eternity - -
Might be eternity of chaos; might be of peace,
And all must know Peace in the Lord Jesus Christ;
Chaos in Satan, the fallen Lucifer.
So, let's discern the good and the evil,
And choose the Way of the Lord.