We Are One World, One People Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Around and around the blood flows warmly
through the veins. Beating heart sustains
the body and the body holds the soul.

We were discussing the ways and means
of uniting every breath. Recycling the
memories that permeate like daggers
through every shade of perspective.

We are one world, one people.

One voice of gladness and misery
jostling the ozone with our shared
journies that we are walking.

A faceless distance that together
we are hoping to avoid. We are one
beating mind seeking the
jumble of God.

Clear it up for us, Lord.
Teach us again how we
have fallen away from the
words of Your Son.

We are one world, one people.

One magic circle of completeness,
of open spaces crowded by
impersonal cities. Hands raised
in begging mode, eyes averted
to avoid the world we have made.

Find us, Lord. Bring us back to
those ideal scenes of the garden
you wanted us to share.

We burnt the trees and ate
the plants. Killed the animals
and one another. Jumped the fence
and played at creation. Endless
wasted seconds we cannot be
bothered to admit.

We are one world, one people.

A tribe with many languages, a
group of many heartaches.

Each hand reaching up is our own.
Each rip that we do a tear in
all of our gardens.

Individual family members
meeting only on social occasions.

Pretense and discipline two extremes
that we are all manufacturing.

We are one world, one people.

One hopeless mess of redundant underwear
covering the sexual organs of our illustrations.