Divided we stand, united we fall: A poem 

It’s all over history, a seen unknown mystery 

that, in defeat, there could be a blessed victory 

There is hope in a seeming misbegotten trajectory 

God lives valiantly in a hapless war-torn factory 

And you can take the ends, and see that light bends 

Water is no heaven, on what your belief system depends 

The universe is no mere nomenclature, it is really then 

what names are given to whichever, as symbols descend 

These hedgerows in the neighbourhood are not mere wood 

There are voices in every distance, may it be understood 

The fish is no meal, when, ultimately, it actually could 

make a meal of you, or the venomous scorpion would 

And if you know the secrets, may you prevent your fall 

For, there is so much tribulation in the very long haul 

 God knows much better that unwelcome division is his call 

lest the evil of the devil or deep sea take every and all