I hope this piece makes sense. It’s written as two
different texts but, functions as one and is used to illustrate one central
idea.
Conflict
Find
comfort in the solace of disdain
Speak
of the heart’s sweet contempt
The
battle lines are drawn, surrender or wage war
Let
the mind sing joy
And
the limbs climb the walls of desolate jubilation
Peace
We
struggle
Pull
at the ugly face of bitter feeling
Grind
hard the devastation acquired from desperation
Pound,
strike, clobber another man’s elation
All
for the sake of a peaceful aggravation
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