Atrocity
A white washed fence; clean and pristine
On the other side of the fence; cream and olive green
Clear to both- is that the colors fade
Even if one is more in the shade
The sun beams down on an olive branch
That had been extended by chance
The side of the olive green
Has a cream colored rose-painted in a summer scene
Never have the two given up the feud
So both are unsightly and rude
The bullheadedness was getting old
So, the children scold-
The parents
For not accepting each other; when the time was right
Like in the beginning of the fight
A child will learn quicker than an adult
Which road to go down; before it is time to start a bout
About how close a tree is on one’s property
But it is the parent that will create an atrocity
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