The Way of the World

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We sit in our little nooks
The ones we call our own
The portions we carved out for ourselves
In this almighty world
And we look upon the earth
Like observers, untouched
By wars, riots, famines, tsunamis
Only if the roof came crashing down
Or the waters swept us out of our nooks
Would we realise that
We're more than observers
Or participants even
We ARE the world.
Indistinct, in-disparate
From a distance, just one big bustling ball
From a distance, they wouldn't know
That we draw borders
And we fight
Over You and I
Us and Them
From a distance, they wouldn't dream
Of all the insanity we indulge in
And label as -
The Way of the World.