At the Altar

what do we bring to sacrifice, to the altar of our fears will the fear, itself, suffice to wipe away these grieving tears here, a satchel i take in stride through the machine, my will to cede and here, too, a bag of my pride that it turns out, i didn't need that old man has a video camera and a young one totes a backpack can we turn them outta here for the bravery that i lack and the child so innocent beside her, that woman there with righteous shawl, are mother and child vengeful saboteurs would a flash of hate burst my wall do i send my firstborn far away did the world change to get more hate is that the price my dread must pay is that all my fright can relate when i stand on this serene beach is evil banished from my sight is the violent tsunami out of reach if i waive some liberty, some right should land's crust pull asunder and an abyss drop before my feet would relinquishing fear pull me under would, then, i go down in defeat my god, what must i do to appease when i stand before some conflagration to vindicate, to assuage, to please must i change my life's foundation or can i only fear fear itself to live as those i remember might want take life day-to-day from off the shelf without hate and fear, my dreams to haunt Armageddon might be without love but my world today is more than this i refuse to live life devoid of love and empathy and a bit of bliss © Goode Guy 2011-09-08