On Dualism Poetic Meditation

All dualism divides into two,
All unity removes opposing sides;
A binary approach is but a tool,
Which never should subvert the truth it hides.
Protagonists, antagonists, we know,
As frequent players on life's chancy stage;
But there's simple truth that history shows:
Division ends when this world comes of age.
Division has a place in reasoning,
And certain thoughts require dialect;
But if we wish to let strong freedom ring,
The spectrum is the tool we must select.
Repeat: A house divided cannot stand,
All history has proved this endlessly.
Idolatrous dividing in fools' hands
Shatters all hope of living peacefully.
The greatest error, parsing all I've said,
Comes at the point of understanding this;
Do you not see the legions of the dead,
And know division for just what it is?
If everything's a spectrum, what is good?
And what is evil? Are they not two things?
There are no absolutes. For Abba would
See compromise applied to everything.
How terrible this simple word appears,
When we consider fanfares and alarms?
Why compromise, alleviating fears,
When we can have our lusty calls to arms!
What would our media do with boring days,
Unpunctuated by new body counts?
What would we watch, what could our wise ones say,
If conflict was reduced to small amounts?
Well, I negotiate within my mind,
And I negotiate without as well;
And I am not ashamed because I find,
The path to war ends up in warrior's hell.
Two sides are needed to create a war
Two enmities, two arguments, two briefs.
And then consent, emotions honed knife-sharp,
Then promises no one will ever keep.
Better the courage to speak truth to power
Better a house divided will not stand;
Better no dualism, more cold showers,
And maybe leaders who can understand.

On Dualism Poetic Meditation