Someone has to lose,
In a game of egos played.
Someone has to leave feeling victorious,
To pump up a chest...
And display this to parade,
An intended attention to get.
Someone has to be defeated.
No matter who it is.
Even if the purpose is pointless,
Conflicts are created only to make...
The doing of it to impress an accepted,
Ignorance left displayed for whatever the reason.
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I would like to translate this poem
Lawrence S Pertillar I am humbled and awed. The greatest futility of human mind so well exposed. Speaking for myself I immediately identify with it. Yes indeed how true. When I look at some of my actions small to silly to inane to the ones like launching an attach o Iraq I agree. The biggest slave is the self to ones ego. To fight like stags lock horns, scrap the bark of trees, is it a DNA thing? I have been exploring and thinking on the positives of all negatives. Ego too must have a positive base, it is a trait we have not understood, those who master it, perhaps know what is its real nature. Thank you for penning and gifting this brilliant diamond.