They face off against a backdrop of shadows and light
Instilling a pervasive fear atop a dread of doubt
Yet coiled in a luxurious burrow, they seek to destroy
Or conquer
Or entertain
And yet the loud silence echoes in a maze of uncertainty
Making known identities of remote truth
And flying flags of representation awash in bright colours
And faded histories
Onward the defiant march continues
As they scan each other
Hoping for symptoms of weakness
Trying to ascertain the ruminations of the other
Signalling a code of personal honour
In a war with no winners
Or losers
One can only surmise that if only two worlds colliding
Would take time to understand
To learn
To discover
To agree
To cherish
To appreciate
Would things be different
Or would it be just another illusion of value
Of self-worth
Of loyalty
Of independence
Of moving on
Of victory