O my embattled brother,
Wit is it we fight each other?
While the Panth’s affliction grows, many are the number of our foes Who would kill our body, enslave our mind.
Can we fight them while we fight our own kind?
Into feuding factions we fragment
To plot our coups with malicious intent, among ourselves our sights we lower
To argue doctrine, history or power
While from without our enemies deride us to conquer they need only to divide us.
If we could agree to disagree
Then perhaps we would find ourselves free to close ranks, to fight in unity
Against those who threaten from without. But we prefer our brother to attack-
Crafty words wielded like a knife in the back.
Our opponent’s efforts are unnecessary because we are our own worst adversary.
Article extracted from this publication >> January 7, 1994
