It’s mine…

People complained

People cried

People yelled

People fought

Their never ending wars

 

For 

The right term

The right echo

The right info

The right morals

The right side

The right view

THEIR rights

Their life

 

Refusing to see

What was left

Therefore 

Unnecessary 

Did belong

To the wrong

 

And it all began in childhood, when one failed to CORRECT THEIR OWN understanding:

-…and this is mine, Lipo…

That’s when Emma’s eye zoomed in, insisting:

-But, Slavka! It’s mine! 

-Yes, that’s what I’ve just said, love, it’s mine.

-No! It’s mine! It’s my lunch!

-Em, you’re just repeating what I keep saying from the beginning- it’s mine. Here you go…

 

Yes, you could call the issue the RIGHT term, you could be the 100% echo, you could speak about the very same issue as somebody else, and despite all of that, there was no grounds for The connection or a dialogue, if one lacked 

 

The understanding…