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Territorial disputes
The type you don't want involvement
Over a shopping centre parking spot
A neighbour's tree growing under a fence
Loud music in an apartment block
Or perhaps a holy city
In a foreign land
Unbelievers surrounding
Believers formed in ranks
There can be no solution
To territorial disputes with fools
Unending belief all they say is right
Some diety with an unlisted number
Gave them rights to this patch of ground
Or a council of elders
Funnelling some royal command
Or this is how you act
When you are young and free
Just because you are too square
To understand their scene
The language differs with each generation
Yet allows regeneration of disputes
As if the young were never loud before
Never bled for their latest cause
Never thought those older
Had grown cold and lost
Given up without considering the cost
Of how much such surrender meant
To those who would be saved
The new world order young would create
Free of greed and hate and full of love
So the young so clearly see
Dash selves against the temple
Pull down walls placed up
To protect them from own naivety
Yet every generation must find
How idealism when set against reality
Does so savagely and harshly cut.