Contest between peoples, the struggle
To shape their afflicted, unappeased
Pasts. What sticks in the mind is truceless.
Not even a truce. Never a truce.
Peoples may not be as coherent
Entities as the sentence suggests,
But the sense that there’s never a pause
In justification or jousting
Gives a shudder of recognition.
The contest, in this case, has no end
And no winners except in the sense
That whoever is still contesting,
Whoever hasn’t lost yet, has won
More struggles in the truceless contest.