Goat Whisperer
Well-Known Member
Tis' a poem 
Truth of Conflict
I used to believe, when I was a child
That fighting and arguing was something
Grown out of
Eventually, I thought, we would come to an age
Where we wouldn’t mind each others different ways
I grew older and older
And this day never came
I still believed that we were to young and naïve
Still someday, the fighting will leave
And then I saw a fight on tv
Not an argument with friends or co-workers
But people who destroyed, annihilated the other
These were adults, who no longer argued
Instead they just killed, diminished, and swallowed
The truth about fighting, is that you don’t grow out of it
You do just the opposite, and grow in instead
Truth of Conflict
I used to believe, when I was a child
That fighting and arguing was something
Grown out of
Eventually, I thought, we would come to an age
Where we wouldn’t mind each others different ways
I grew older and older
And this day never came
I still believed that we were to young and naïve
Still someday, the fighting will leave
And then I saw a fight on tv
Not an argument with friends or co-workers
But people who destroyed, annihilated the other
These were adults, who no longer argued
Instead they just killed, diminished, and swallowed
The truth about fighting, is that you don’t grow out of it
You do just the opposite, and grow in instead
