Yet we continue to fight for love. Have I created this entire post just to make a “Commando” reference that only a select few will get? Wrong. No chance.
Sometimes I feel that poetry is a better medium than essays for conveying the message and sentiments of ideas that I have, so, here’s another poem I have written for you to read…wouldn’t that be nice?
You will always be wrong
is there no reason to elaborate?
Hostility, a perpetual promise
Barbarians are always at the gate
From the chamber of echoes
The bus to utopia goes
No margin for error
No chance for an exception
What would Arthur say,
To a Red Dead with no Redemption
Why are people so fixated,
On telling others how wrong they are?
Mother held them too much or not enough,
Childhood has definitely left a scar
We voice our opinion freely
In the West, a fundamental tenet
Objections, opposition, alternatives
Or just to let off some steam, Bennett
I may not write the songs
That make the whole world sing
But I right the wrongs of myself
And loved ones…those special things
The vile bile that rile
Leave them be
They’ll pay a price, even when they’re senile
They say it is the hurt who attack
Pointing to a failing in nurture
Comfort the wounded and appeal to,
The better angels of our nature
What are you aiming at?
To win or for peace?
Be careful what you wish for
Or your marriage might cease
You’re going to pay a price
For everything you do and don’t do
I just hope the price is right