Why living is a war?
This morning I woke up with same old question, is there a way that human beings may actually live without making life a war of sorts, without losing or winning. And after a few hours I completed this poem which I had abruptly started as a tweet, a couple of days earlier.
The conflict between an individual and collective institutions are in perpetual conflict. Why is it so? Why can’t they work in harmony? Is it because it is inherently impossible due to its nature?