This poem purposely does not take a side. Whatever side you’re on, they’ll be another side.
There are two sides to a coin.
For me to understand the entire problem, I must be able to equally see both sides.
As an instructor of ethnics ;students had to pick a side and defend their opinion. After they perfected that opinion,
I pulled the rug
each student had to  switch sides and defend the other side. Equally with the same enthusiasm. Only then can we see the fallacies in both sides. I don’t believe in all or nothing statements, the far right. The far left;
People live in the shades of gray between the two polar extremes. The only time there is no solution is when people stop talking
I don’t think I’m always right
By the same token . I’m not always wrong.
But i sure learned a lot along the way.