My enemy and I






My enemy and I

Pray to the same god

Using different rituals

Built from the same bones


My enemy and I

Share the same name

Accented differently

Our signatures are the same


Yet some fool thinks

We can paper over differences

With a couple of drinks

And pregnant pauses


And some fool believes

That we’d give up this anger

That has served us so well

In shaping our cultures

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Sat 6th Jun 2020 17:45

Difference and the human spirit for competition is the reason why we as a species have prospered so much and have murdered so much.

A great poem, you played on my love for sausage and cheese.


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