I often fear
That we have lost
The nexus of connectedness;
Where dealing in
Good faith come first,
Like listening and talking less —

Yet all around
The world we find
These enmities that never die,
For we can’t hear within
The echo chambers that
We occupy

And yes, it has
Been ever so:
To live and die within this mess
Not knowing how
We could break free
Using our shared

Connectedness