Got this idea the other day- but only as a title. Worked on it the past two days. See if you appreciate its point of view. Notice that I place it in the collection called Circling Round Egos.
We fight against…
We feel it’s brave.
No matter what the cause
The will to save is strong.
We go along with crowds
Who think alike and think aloud.
The self may or may not be gone;
We like to think in unison,
Fighting for right against the wrongs.
We even sing fight songs
In name of right and wrong.
To yield is a second way.
Is it weakness to give in, give way?
It’s often clever - often never.
War means to attack, fight back,
But even Bonaparte gave up his part,
Threw in the towel; weak move but smart manoeuvre.