Arguing A Deadly Debate

If I left, I would be right

To walk away from this desperate fight

That blows in the wind like a Ben Franklin kite

Looking for a key

Lighting a bulb for everyone to see

Down the center line

Understanding what is yours and what is mine

In this world that is not being truly kind

What is war?

I inquire quietly shutting the door

Removing myself from the debatable argument floor

Sounding important yet rotten to the core

It is a conflict between two

Who are in a feud

Actions displayed sickening and rude

It is why we must defend

The use of the magical pen

Putting down thoughts

Explaining reasoning that we much sought

Then coming to a complete halt

Pulling the reigns

On this deadly game

Where we force people around

Tell them to leave their hometown

Since things as they say ‘are going down’

As I complete this ballad or song

I must ask, If I left, would I be wrong

Reflecting upon the night I romantically propose

To one I lusted for with a rose

And created hatred with my unknown foes

Sitting on the neighbor’s farmhouse porch

Igniting the soothing smoking torch

A banging sound rings out

Overpowering their rhetoric shout

Now I find myself bleeding

From this angry meeting

Falling to the wooden stage

I realized I was not going to see my maturing age

Due to a single act

Telling my inner soul, it must pack

Leave this human earth

For what it is worth

Slowly I march to the glowing white

Blinding my sight

Until I met a judgmental fellow

Sitting very mellow

Encircled in yellow

“What happened here?

I was asked, friend come over have a beer”

Then coming from out of nowhere

Like it was dared

Tempers flared

No one really cared

One thing was said

Suddenly I am dead

“Yes, my son

Your life is done

Just because you wanted a night of fun

You see the enemy won

Now come”

And I followed him

We both went in

To this heavenly setting

Signs announcing there was a wedding

Between two

Who both recited ‘I do’

And ‘I love you’

There a young lady was

I no longer felt that alcohol buzz

A person who I once knew

And was going to say ‘I do’

But you see there was this feud

Before I was able to say ‘I love you’

Shouts were heard throughout the town

Neighbors knew something was going down.

I buried this horrific tragedy in my mind

Only to find

Same thing happened here

After I was asked to have a simple beer

My love dressed innocently in white

Holding a Ben Franklin kite

Attached was a key

Unlocking the door and the question, “I thought you wanted me’

I told her no lie

“That is true if you didn’t die”

She smiled hearing the truth

From the result when strangers hit the roof

‘I cut a deal

Wanting this wound to heal

Confirming our feelings over a bread and wine meal”

We hold hands once again

You with your lovely looks and I with my magical pen