Honorable Mention, Poetry
From birth, you are forced to join a side
in a reckless game that can only divide.
Imaginary lines that are drawn in the sand
make you think twice about giving a helping hand.
Along the course of life, when you see another
you pick out the differences and forsake your brother.
Pride in the piece of dirt you were born on
strips us of the love that has long since been gone.
Skin, accents, cultures and all that we are
should not divide us, it’s time to raise the bar.
Our differences are merely a product of environment
there’s no need to hate others on behalf of our government.
And remember that your piece of dirt is still the Earth
and that we are all humans at death and at birth.