Rough

Sandpaper would be kinder
The way we rub each other
Always in conflict it seems
Holding onto our blind beliefs
When we know we are wrong

We will fight to the death
In defending our past
Our pride won’t allow us
To accept a truth given
Finding where we belong

So we plod our course
Along the path of others
Oblivious in our life
We follow another’s beat
We sing another’s song

Stoic Poetry