Fight or Flee?

Should I fight?
Should I flee?
Why should I fight for a country who has never given a shit about me?

Because it isn't about me.
It is much larger, 
a grander global scheme.

But as tempers rise,
deep gashes slashed as party lines,
Obliterate the voices of more balanced, nuanced, minds.

The path of progress,
to that promised place of peace,
erased in the cacophony,
of their ever-increasing fevered speech.

Each are wrong,
and each are right,
but they cannot be reconciled,
While they their horns are locked in fight.

If I go,
or if I stay,
I will not devolve to their level,
It is a game I refuse to play.

I will not kill,
I will not harm,
But I will protect those caught in collateral hell.