How sure are we of our boundaries
Yet, we are unsure of the ‘other’
The presence of which, permeates into our ether
How it looms large as our opponent
What could be opposing than but our conflicts within?
We covet, compete, compare
That which is not ‘I’ is not to bear
How lamely we turn wild
To outstrip, to oust, even outcaste from our territory,
The one, not so meek or mild?
Ah! What law of nature could that be?
Ever the duel ‘twixt the predator and prey
To view the ‘other’ as a rival
To feel challenged, to outpace, to win
To struggle, to strive, to strike,
The vengeance, the hate, the war
That declares the ‘big’ ‘n’ small
How petty we stoop to be
In order to get better, bigger
To just put down the 'other'
And, when would we lift our souls from the gutter
to turn human, before death strikes as the leveller?
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