Conflict

This is so hard
Who am I convincing?
Much like a bard
Whose lyrics are mincing.

Even through pen
The words turn to salad
I could hit send
This wildly fucked ballad.

Epic poem
Analyze, chew, and spit
A bleak totem
The black suits won't commit.

Lay the pen down
The words will be hushed.
My rage, unbound
I cannot be shushed.

Mute surrender
Who really wins right then?
Small offender
Might as well be my friend.

I am no knight.
A meek, feeble creature.
But I know what is right.
My redeeming feature.

Fight, write again.
Small battles we can lose.
Who to condemn
A war we will choose.