499 – Great again

He frowned
At the dark thread
Between the tapestry
Of gold.

You don’t belong here!
You’re not like us!
Go back to your own place!
I’ll make this great again!

He grabbed the thread
And smiling widely
Pulled at it
With all his strength.

Surprised he saw
The thread was strong,
Made of many colors,
And very, very long.

He kept angrily pulling
As the whole tapestry
And then himself
Slowly unstitched and died.

A sad angel
Found the pile
Of loose thread
And sighed.

When will they learn
They’re tangled together for a reason?
He thought, and started knitting…
Once again.