The War of A and B

A and B do not agree
And neither will repent
In separate rooms they sit and brood
Refusing to relent

For A’s been hurt by B you see
When cruel words were flung
So A retreated thence to think
Upon the words that stung

Oblivious to bleeding wounds
B shrugged and shook his head
B always speaks what B believes,
Opinions in truth’s stead

The pride of B is not alone
For A now holds a grudge
Refusing to confront the past
A now B’s ruthless judge

B knows that there is something wrong
And tries to offer love
A thumbs their nose, rebuffs the gift
Until B just gives up

Retreat now A and B! Retreat!
In trenches bide your time.
Cast bombs of hatred from afar
Don’t cross the enemy line

For pride will wage its war in each
Until that line is crossed
There reconciliation waits
To bring back what’s been lost.

© Rachel Svendsen 2015