Half The People In The World

Half the People in the world love the other half,
half the People hate the other half.
Must I because of this half and that half go wandering
and changing ceaselessly like rain in its cycle,
must I Sleep among rocks, and grow rugged like
the trunks of olive trees,
and hear the moon barking at me,
and camouflage my love with worries,
and sprout like frightened grass between the railroad