Bitters' War

Scattered across the floor lay the many.
Scattered across the world, lay the few.
Neither will ever be happy,
For each side is weak.
Bickering, squabbling, all for nothing,
No reason for this insecurity to continue.
Every day, and every night,
It never seems to secede.
This has to end, hear and now,
Before the sun, sets.
When all this is over, there shall not be,
One, single, regret.