Fight of the Wills

By Elizaveta Schrijver

11-26-2003

Wills fight

They want control

They want to be right

They claw and digress

Wishing to win and not caring

Who they undress

Naked with blood and mud

They cut and slash

Reaching out for the jugular

With so much hate and frustration

With impotent words flailing they continue to strike

Hoping to impress

Slay the other with argument

No one can win

Winning is pointless