This poem is a rondeau about taking sides and competing with others.
You take a side and join the throng,
And winning carries you along;
Your side opposes other men,
And always seeks to score a win,
So it can sing the victory song.
Yes, now you feel that you belong;
You seek your triumphs to prolong;
Though you may bleed and lose some skin,
You take a side.
Yet unity alone is strong;
The fighting went on much too long;
When you defeat your foe again,
You feel a sadness deep within;
You walk away—it now feels wrong
To take a side.
For there is but one mistake: the whole idea that loss is possible, and could result in gain for anyone. If this were true, then God would be unfair; sin would be possible, attack be justified, and vengeance fair. (A Course in Miracles: Complete and Annotated Edition, p. 778)