Matching Wounds

The same air we all breath,
The air we shared with hundreds of billions before us,
The overall same DNA we share,
The ‘humanness’ that abide within,
The long-standing wrongs of the society,
What the past predicted,
What the modernism elevated,
The never-ending issues we bequeathed,
Made an ill fated end.
Pinches, creases, slits, stabs, and lacerated tears.
In all the scales of pain,
Interwined within,
Crocheted on the surface,
Only to find ourselves,
In a matching wounds,
In a whole wide world, shared.