I cannot waste time playing peacemaker,
Forging good words, characters you adore.
Dismantling hate, facades by the acre.
A chess game that stirs within me a war.
After a battle of loud discontent,
Black stoned hearts are nothing like fertile grounds.
Coexistence in our brief time ne’er meant.
The silence that follows instead resounds.
King of the hill? Queen for a day? Jester
Instead, making mockery of truth, life.
Not on beliefs, rights your struggles fester,
No Solomon am I between your strife.
Two warring egos, I won’t find your peace
When your courtesies towards others cease.
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