There is the Rub

It is calamitous for mankind, when we live without compassion for one another. When the basket of sympathy leaks out the streams of unity. There is the rub. The cross of our disunity. need for borders and intolerance. AiyeKo-ooto, weaves 50 poems dipped in 5 movements in this emotive worded anthology. Every song, every bar, every note; rings for agape love and compassion. In tearful drops we strain, look over your shoulders, what we have lost, living the way we do. Sitting in the rain, we mourn, the departure of those we claim to love, but cared not for enough. Feeling thumping beats; we stumble, across the reality of togetherness and need for our human bonds. But there is no honor among thieves, then we are strangers here. We accuse, abuse and confuse, our destinations. We see only the good after the clock has rung midnight! Why asks Aiyeko-ooto in these ticklish poems- Why do we part rather than peer? Yet, nobody knows why I cry, for the troubles of another.