Conflict Poem by Raz Nicholson

Conflict, just another form of greed
just like every man's in conflict
just like every man can bleed

The conflict of your soul
against the mettle of your worth
to give a handful of one
to take a handful of earth

Take enough to build a mountain
to stand atop the top
to look down upon creation
and pretend we're all your flock

Or take enough to make a garden
and dig and plant the seeds
to answer the call of generations
you'll have enough to feed

Take what I want or take what I need
just like every man's in conflict
just like every man can bleed