Hate Vs Love

The battle ground is smooth and well-defined. Love is the defender. Hate dies of its own neglect; then when forcing its attack, invokes the solemn rite of stand your ground, of casualty by friendly fire, and of preemptive might. Love's weapon is itself. Its arsenal is peace to fight the demons of the wars. Alas, it's not so popular at all. Death and all the means we choose to make it happen is the modus operandi of the world, and we as western countrymen and leaders of each blessed fray, will cheer. Each year the marble halls of Washington grow sturdier as we, the folks back home affix our "yes" upon the bills that buy the blazing guns of war. But love is like that, offering its kiss, and then politely giving way to the invisible; here it is non-entities like hate will enter, whip-up the roaring crowd with cries of conquest, then discretely step aside into the void, leaving love to coalesce. This is the true reality that rides the wave of peace. This is the only crown of victory, the sole memorial of strife subdued. Lift it high, for it must survive. Love alone is Life! ~