You And I

I explain quietly. You
hear me shouting. You
try a new tack. I
feel old wounds reopen.

You see both sides. I
see your blinkers. I
am placatory. You
sense a new selfishness.

I am a dove. You
recognize the hawk. You
offer an olive branch. I
feel the thorns.

You bleed. I
see crocodile tears. I
withdraw. You
reel from the impact.

by Roger McGough

Comments (2)

A very interesting dream., eloquently expressed. Again, the imagery is vivid. But I must agree in some ways with Dave, dreams sometimes fail to match the reality. Good poem, Nimal. Regards, Sandra
Your dream of coming to America, I wish it was like it use to be. The statue of liberty use to speak to imigrantes from all over the world. She use to promise them a new start in life. I believe today there is a tear coming from her eye, because she has no more power. because the rich and powerful control this land, the people are lied to by their leaders. it's not a free country anymore, even our president said 'your either with us, or against us' he's a fool! He brings shame to this country.