Could cut the tension With a blade I never understood The saying Obvious We arenβt friends But on false pretense Still depends A sort of multi-facet, Tacit Truce To minimize Verbal abuse And loosen lips In shared critique Just bite your tongue Before you speak With liberties You havenβt earned, Preserved, Secured, Or not yet learned For we have both Returned from far Abroad From peace and war And yet have more Left to endure Than how we still Settle the score