'DISUNITY DISORDER' A grim, brutal phrase: "You're with us or against us!" It thuds in my brain. Refusing to choose I stagger thru No-Man's Land; Shot at by both sides. Divided nation? It's a world too tribal, now. Neutral? Laughable. Happy to stir shit They'll put us all in boxes, Breeding division. No need for lines drawn; I'm human -- at first at last. I'll refuse to hate.