Debates

There are those grand debates
Where you are offered conterfactuals
And coincidental twists of fate

And some will bring forth shiboleths
Some foundation of the edifice
The narratives by which we exist.

And I will put a point of view
Somewhat different, if not new
And they will say it is untrue

That it comes from out the blue
That it's a fact they can't admit
All because they never knew.

And though we argue hard and long
Sometimes with careful tact
Sometimes with ardent passion strong
It doesn't change the fact
That almost all the way along
I am right and they are wrong.