Geometric Chaos

One.. Two.. Three..

As the shapes fall from the tree

One on one form their identities 

One by one, formed their insecurities

People fuss and fight

Of what's true and right

Each one thinks with might

Lest they know, they should do so with fright

People tend to argue if a rhombus is a square

Or if a trapezoid is a rectangle

Little do they know

That they are all Triangles

And that all triangles are humans

And that all humans are the same

And that all humans are different

And that amidst all the chaos and indifference,

The only common denominator is..

R E S P E C T.