Children of Continents.

The land had moved from where ancestors lay.
Though some of them swam in the deepest of sea.
Cast adrift they don't sit a front a T.V.
Watching they float back towards she.
Crashing together they still their embrace.
Christened by oceans and tectonic plates.
Discourse laid bare their anger subsided,
Tropheys became few but those few became united.