The oldest problem

It’s a great idea
truly well intended
to have everyone flow together
in harmony.

But then
there’s always parts that
can’t or won’t or don’t want
so it seems, how can we make them fit?

Aren’t we all part of the same river?
Why do some think that
they are the rocks of the river bed,
the willow trees alongside the overbank flows,
the birds in the sky,
the bisons in the plains,
a cabin in the mountains,
why won’t they accept that they
are just drops of water in one of my rivers?