No mans land

Egos clashed
as they claimed me theirs;
But I wasn’t
up for sale…
It wasn’t about
who was right
or wrong.
(I was the beating boy
for the day;
up and ready
for a flail!)

Caught in the
crossfire;
some branded
me a liar,
and the others
sat on the fence;
as I put up
a pitiful look:
a rather lousy defense!

So dear Guinea;
eventhough I would’ve
loved to help you out
My hands are tied
when it comes to
asinine editorial clout!