They march beneath opposing flags,
each claiming truth, each clutching rags
of what once flew in brighter air—
now stitched with spite, and wear, and glare.
The liberal says, I fight for change,
but fights the foe more than the range
of dreams that once lit open skies—
now dimmed by counter-critic cries.
The conservative says, I guard the past,
but grips it not, so much as casts
his gaze upon the left with blame,
and makes resistance half his name.
Each side forgets its native tongue,
each song unsung, each bell unstrung.
They’re fluent now in only not,
in who’s to blame, in what they’re not.
And somewhere, under noise and news,
the meanings blur, the labels bruise.
Two mirrors face, their light confined—
each hating what it might have shined.
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Matthew R. Callies (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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I.. love it. Excellent poem. One of the best descriptions of *political war.* Thank you for contributing this to humanity.
The left is right the right is what's left they carve up voters with their arguments deft. But despite what their name both are the same. Both desire power and glory its the same in every story. I gave up on politics when I was in grade school bunko artists and people the fool. A powerful write and well done a fave
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