Us

We are many.
We could be strong.
We could all survive.
Death could be something we no longer fear.
We could all get by.
But we are divided.
We are weak.
We go and meet sickness and death in the street.
Soon there will be no bead of hope.
The right has been poisoned with the wrong.
How did we get here?
When did we exchange hate for love?
It's not to late.
But we have to change
and NOW.
We are many.
And we are divided.