My Enemy, Myself

Are you my enemy 

Or are you friend?

Where will we be

At the end of the day?

Our pathways are certain to

Cross many times

In the struggle and scuffle

Of life’s great mêlée.

 

We face across battle lines

Stranger to stranger

In xenophobic eccentricity

Foregoing the foreboding that

Logic commands, or anything

That might escort tranquility.

 

Reason suggests that

Accord is in order.

Garner fresh compromise

Down from the shelf.

I search in the mirror

To find your reflection.

Epiphany unveils

My enemy.

Myself.