by Nick Gisburne
Our values, and our hearts, are poles apart
No bridge will ever span the void between
The notion that the two us could start
To reach a point of balance seems obscene
There is no middle way, no common ground
We stand as angry opposites, again
No compromise, no bargain, will be found
But if it could, some way, somehow, what then?
How long before the arguments began?
The overwhelming impulse to be right
No treaty, deal, alliance, pact or plan
Is stronger than the selfish urge to fight
Behind the walls, the barriers we build
The dream of peace will never be fulfilled
