LINKED.

We are linked, you and I,

Under the same ever changing yet expansive sky,

You on a vast continent far from mine,

I on the British mainland surrounded by sea,

I in a writer’s solitude which has no end,

You whom I’ve never met but still call friend,

Technology introduced us, let you see

Into the mind and heart of me,

It said: “Shake hands that you may find

You have a common humanity which will bind,

Keeping you linked though in your separate state,

Though you have differences in age and cards dealt out by fate”,

And as I sit here in the quiet of the night,

I think: “wouldn’t it be great if men did not fight?

Wouldn’t it be good if they did not war?

But instead realised what their time was for,

Namely to learn and understand that the world is small,

That we are all linked, yes one and all,

Linked not just by technology’s clever tricks,

Linked by our need for love

The cement between the bricks

Which are the structure of this life,

And that to keep on warring causes strife,

Bloodshed achieves nought but hopeless tears,

Shed because we cling to all our fears,

Fears of the different, we’re all to blame,

For not understanding that we’re all the same,

For not realising that each is like you and me,

Linked by our very commonality”,

All of us born and soon enough we’ll die,

Buried we’ll be beneath the same immense sky,

And I bless technology on which I now depend,

For it has allowed me to meet you, to call you friend.