Author’s Note

This piece comes from exhaustion—but not hopelessness.

It’s easy to look at the world and believe division is inevitable. That conflict, violence, and separation are simply part of human nature.

But I don’t think wanting better is naïve.

I think giving up on each other is.

This poem isn’t political in the traditional sense. It’s human. It’s about imagining a world where empathy matters more than borders, where people are seen as people before labels, flags, or geography.

Maybe that kind of world feels distant.

But every meaningful change once started as something people called unrealistic.

— Rowan Evans

No You and I, Only Us
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I dream of a world—
where there is no
you and I,

only us.

I dream of a time
when we can
all come together
and help one another.

Where violence
exists in history books—
not classrooms.

I dream of a world
where borders
are nothing but outlines,
showing where
someone is from—

instead of bars
on a cage.

Some may say
I’m delusional,

but I say—
it’s aspirational.

I want better.

I want better
for me—
for you—

from America
to Hong Kong,
the United Kingdom
to Singapore—

from Mongolia
to Libya,
Afghanistan
to the Philippines—

I think
we all deserve
so much more.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]