We Are At Odds

We’re at odds, Me and I today.

Two rival factions are at play;

Me speaks of white and I of black,

Each vying for a different tack

Insisting on divergent say.

Must try to keep this war at bay

It wrenches in an awful way.

Me launches a surprise attack

We are at odds.

This won’t be a productive day

Head rent by two direction fray.

Into the bed I would go back

But Me gives battle, delivers flack.

No haven here and no away

We are at odds.

©Grapher August 2012