Burns On Both Sides

An eye for an eye  
Will make the whole world  
Go blind (Gandhi)     


Burns on both sides  
Like skid marks to announce rage   
We are going to be heard; allute 


Slow down on emotion, son 
Let strategy catch up with intent   
And see reasons and consequences unfold 


Dust storms in desserts are not the norm  
Like everything else, diminishing returns    
They have their reasons, season to rise   


And quietly they mellow, down and fold  
Smokes always start with sparks, to say   
Something is not right, somewhere down the line  


But the wise do not burn down houses 
To find missing keys, "set back"
To open doors, of welcome home 


Burns on both sides 
Each to the side they stand on, stand for 
Against opposing thoughts, leafy streets


But in battles both sides lose on count   
A step back to see with reason  
Avoiding set back on strategy, blind spots  

It is foolish to walk in the dessert   
While the storm  brews at it's worse   
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