My greatest dread
That humanity will not see they are of one thread.
Once woven together yet over time the tapestry has shred.
As across the earth from the epicentre of our existence we have spread.
Our anchored stitch a history that in which once we delve we recognise ourselves as one human family one nation.
History leads us like a thread in the forest to a place where we can safely posit we are one.
And even if that was all gone, modern science dictates we are indeed one.
And hate is indeed a darn shame in need of darning we are all one of the same.
We need to remember that difference is a matter of embroidery.
We are one people this truth unavoidably powerful, to be rejoiced in joyfully.
Haters are seam rippers malevolent and divisive.
They don't see what the price is...
Of this patchwork quilt that is humanity.