You dig your heels in.
You'd drag all the world onto your side
your enemy also.
So little movement for the effort
in the tug o' war.

Say the others are thin as paper
weak as ghosts. Enlist your children 
unto the fight. We're not establishing truth here
but winning counts for something
in the tug o' war.

You try to back out of it-
that's getting more into it!
There's pretty girls on the roundabout
and noble archery you'd like to try,
the helter skelter is free for you now
but, hey. You're in the tug o' war.

The long, convoluted warcry contends against
the short,
new practice against the old ways,
it's the ever hopeful against
those expecting everything
in the tug o' war.

It's a mirror most unfortunately placed
a pitting of the symbol against
(those pulled through the empty frame
shatterring glass) the real.
That's if you believe it'll ever end,
the tug o' war.