The world is divided, in pains and strife,
And fractured our people’s lives throughout,
In despair, agony and fear they survive,
Through the grimes of everyday life.
A false sense of belonging they seek,
And the dichotomy is stark and brazen,
Minds are open no more to change,
And rigid thoughts are bound to chains.
We know not how to listen and share,
Just want to be heard and not spoken back.
With every extreme left there is a far right,
And we know not how to bridge the divide.
Is it so difficult to listen to the other side,
And slide the egotist behind.
It is only then we will begin to see the light by the blithe,
And talk to one another in cold retreat.
You may be surprised to note the middle path,
In all the extremities of the northern and southern divide.
Here's a cleaner version of your poem, with a focus on tightening language and improving rhythm while preserving the themes of division, struggle, and the need for open dialogue:
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**The World Divided**
The world is torn by pain and strife,
Fractured are our people's lives,
In despair, agony, and fear, they survive,
Trudging through the grime of daily life.
A false sense of belonging they seek,
The divide so stark, so brazen,
Minds no longer open to change,
Rigid thoughts are bound in chains.
We no longer know how to listen or share,
We seek only to be heard, not to care.
For every extreme left, there’s a far right,
And we cannot bridge this widening divide.
Is it so hard to hear the other side,
And set the egoed self aside?
Only then can we begin to see the light,
And speak to one another without the fight.
You may be surprised to find the middle path,
In the extremities of north and south's wrath.
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This version smooths the flow, tightens the language, and improves the clarity of the themes. The poem now emphasizes the need for understanding and finding balance between extremes. What do you think?
