Looking for opportunity
To live
And just to be.
“Get out!” they said.
“You are not one of us!”
“What is ours is not yours
To take and plunder”.
But he stayed,
Just outside;
And he worked and he toiled
And he grew stronger.
And he saw
When their strife came.
Their hour of need.
And he packed his tools
And walked.
Perhaps his heart
Was a richer red;
For he walked to them
And brought his strength
To help them.
“Be one of us”,
They said at last.
“What’s gone is gone,
It’s in the past”.
“There is no you or me,
It is but We;
It was always meant to be”.
“Too many skills,
Too many strengths
To be tied in every you or me.”
Finally they understood.
“Together, we
Have power and strength
To walk this road
It’s full length.”
And as they turned
To face the future,
A weary stranger
Stumbled in.
“Welcome.”
You are We.
That’s how it was always meant to be”.
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