That dead-end contention,
Where nothing you say's taken as a truth,
But as confrontation,
An opportunity to derail you,
Why do you even try?
If you don't, things may change in the other,
Then you would let a chance at peace go by,
But that won't happen, not 'cause folks don't change,
Because this one ne'er will,
Still, live dogs better off than dead lions,
Not suggesting you kill,
But open up,
Embrace that which hates you,
If the knife passes your ribs, p'haps your blood,
Will have been shed annointing something new.
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