The black and white of it
is not easy
The truth... be it told
Is complicated
Roads have curves
That must be navigated
Hairpins
Switchbacks
They color the pathway
Yet
Secreted between
The in’s and out’s
Await
Some messages
To be deciphered
Dead for decades
No communication
Does it matter who’s right
Or who’s not
When
A war has been raging
Between close friends
Is truce
Not the better choice
Surrender
Wave the flag
Yield the battle
A preference for the sake
Of the children's sense
Of peace
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