Quarrel

Quarrel

The battle is not the same as the quarrel.

If you'd have been there in 1917.

You'd have seen what I mean.

We may not like the bourgeoisie.

We may see them as our enemy.

But to reduce them to dust.

Is just not just.

And with no justice.

There can be no peace.

Revenge is sweet.

But counter vengeance is bitter.

It is all too human to row over butter.

And meat.

'He stole my sweet'

Cries the child.

The mother mild.

May spank the brother on the one hand.

But she doesn't put him in a slave camp on the other.

E.P 2010