Synergy Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Shall we upgrade togetherness,
weld up cohesive joints,
fuse into one dissociative fugues?

A mass of folks can be a patchy mass,
a rabble, a discordant pack
of different walks and antipode views.

To make their mass a team,
unique and bodily knit,
they need to forge an aim,
they need to fly a flag,
they need to strive and reach,
while poising self-esteem.

The mass should be c-squared
to be a resultant force, -
the golden frame for Space.

Live folks,
nor a straggling flock of sheep,
their coherent work,
as most human acts,
can yield an output
never before declared!