Some people just want to get along

With everybody at all costs,

Insisting everybody can be right.

They cut off the branch they sit on

As a shelter for themselves.

Afraid to offend people

By disagreeing with anything.

All that proves though,

Is a refusal to stand for anything.

No land to defend

A nomad belonging neither

To truth or lies.

You can’t swap gravy for hummus

And tell me it’s the same,

And if you try you’ll always feel anchored

By the weight of your own name.

I’m not inflexible

I don’t refuse to listen

But some truths really are that rigid.

And just for saying that

You gawk in shock and disbelief,

That I would dare to say

That the definition of North

Can’t be stretched

To also mean south.

– Vagabond Prophet