Force the spike, into the ground,
Watch the soil give way.
You may stand up your tent tonight,
But earth itself gave way.

Force the door, as it is stuck,
To open on your command.
Today perhaps no damage is shown,
But in time, the scars will stand.

To force a thing,
Is to break,
That which you push,
For your own sake

So push and pull,
Stomp and shout.
You loved it once,
But it's broken now.