You’ll search for it all of your life,
A feeling of belonging ;
Soldiers don’t fight and die for queen nor country, my friend;
Brotherhood is what we live for and die for:
It is the only battle cry that has stood the test of time;
For, we are pack animals forged into a tribe;
And, while I may not always agree with you, my brothers;
It is for you, and you alone, I shall willingly lay down my life.
The circles we move in,
Are not circles but squares,
Keeping to the corners,
Feeling isolated from the rest;
Like we were eccentric millionaires,
Except poorer by some measures,
Richer in others,
Who are we to adjudge-
Be it circle, square or triangle and your place therein-
When you are the one feeling left-out?
Self-indulgence and narcissism bring their own poverty;
For, whatever your station in life-
(Real, perceived, envied or longed for),
You cannot help wanting to belong.