The Peace I Seek

When the world won’t let me be, And religion just screams. And everyone keeps telling me, What they think I ought to think. And by the looks of things, I don’t think I want their version of peace. Peace doesn’t blame, Peace doesn’t shame, Peace doesn’t scream, Peace doesn’t always look the same. And from what I’ve seen. Peace can’t be summed up by your latest religious meme. You see, Truth isn’t always what you wish it to be. It stands alone And doesn’t rely at all on me. You see, Peace sometimes wields a sword. Yet sometimes offers the other cheek. You see, Peace can’t be purchased with modern dime store democracy. Can’t be controlled, With shiite theocracy. Or with bible belt hypocrisy. Can’t be contained by your good deeds of mediocrity. Although your store bought Botox smile may look down on me, The gastric bypassed mindset, May only see what it wants to see. First world problems, Of the “plantation’s” convenience, Never solved the issues of humanity. You hole up in your ivory tower. Telling me I need to shower. You’re hoping that you’re sin’s well hidden. Refusing to attend The feast to which we’ve all been bidden. You find it quite embarrassing, That I wear my sin out on my sleeve. Open for all the world to see. You see, I’m trusting in the One that covers me. His strength/my weakness. That’s my building block of peace. You see, The Drummer in this band I seek? He metronomes a different beat. It lights my path and guides my feet. And if it’s all the same to thee... I’ll march a different road to Peace.