The search for truth
winds through cold and lonely
places;
there’s little comfort
in that no-man’s land that lies
between the warring factions.
But does it make sense to go on alone
against the flow:
Why not walk into the warmth
draw fellow feeling from the crowd!
The solitary walker weakens, wants
to warm himself
by shouting:
A plague on both your houses.

 

 

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Mike Porter

Mike Porter was born in South Africa. In Johannesburg he became a newspaper reporter on the Rand Daily Mail, besides writing for the Sunday Times, Zionist Record and, years later, for the EP Herald...
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