A simple piece of rope,

strikes a mutual hunger to rend.

Who can guess the winning odds,

before we reach this war’s end?

I acquire abundance,

and you take it away,

Greed feeds us strength,

impairing our giving grace.

There may be no resolving balance,

in this cruel, unbending game.

Cannot promise it won’t change us,

as now we cannot be tame.

This rope we share is only so strong,

knot and cross-composed lifeline.

Tug and pull hard enough,

and what’s yours will no longer be mine.