How do we get to where
We sit so polarised here
Some want to be inclusive
And others want to be exclusive
There seems no middle ground
Or none that there can be found
How to save the environment
Or go for jobs to be sent
They now talk about outsiders
And insiders are the sliders
I can't see that extremes either way
Can sustain us or even stay
It seems that the pendulum swings
Too far to the left or right as it brings
How do you find a way through now
When in the end the middle should take a bow.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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