Poem - When Ego Comes To Town
Warring Tribes
Come to Visit Again
Locked Horns, Stubborn Feet
Dig in Your Heels
Camouflage Your Insecurity
Yet the More You Fight
The More Obvious it Is
Conglomerates Have Nothing on You
At Least They Have Profit to Inspire
Blocking My Every Snippet of Goodwill
Rejecting an Openness
That is Required
For Negotiations to Begin
You Muddy the Waters
So No one Can See In
Dare They See
The Real You
Then You Cut Til the Wound Weeps
And the Natural Thing to Do
Is to Retaliate
But then You Will have Honoured Your Battle
I Back Down
My Self Respect only Shrapnel
And It takes All summoned Potency
To Walk Away
While You Exult
Streaming Your Triumph
But Only I Know
That there was no Victory at All.
