POEM # 92

Yelling and shouting most every night,
Two points of view, one always right.
The weak, will give in to the strong,
That doesn't make, the weak wrong!
Arguing and fighting over every little thing,
The sound and the noise always seem to ring.
I ask why must this always be?
What is wrong with you and me?
Is our point of view, so important to us?
Aren't we intelligent enough to discuss?
When will all this fighting end?
Is there no way to make amend?
Floating around us as a pair,
I feel our anger heavy in the air!
Maybe one of us should leave!
Maybe both of us should believe!

Written by Carl Mann
The kurlman
Pleasant Hill, Ohio