Chaotic Peaceful Thoughts
I say I want peace
Yet I hate my brother
It's not what I was taught by my mother
She said get along with one another
But that's not what I learned from my father
His propaganda soaked in like water
poured equally on sons and daughter.
Maybe the right word isn't really hate
I'm fearful my brother might become great
I worry long and hard staying up late
The belief in my fears give them weight
So I push against the walls of fate
Will he take the birth right that I think is mine
All these thoughts in red marker I underline
Watch as on my vitriol I dine
drinking hate like wine
Thinking I'm right like rain sweet and fine
With my ego bloated and teeth that shine
I think God has given me a sign.
Things I plant I think are seeds
Yet they are just coloured glass beads
I'm caught up with the satiation of my needs
My soul is shallow it's overcome with weeds
The missing fruit, proven by my lack of deeds
I know the things that hate breeds
On mens souls it feeds
Man fails to learn from the history he reads
Somehow marvelling when his brother bleeds
The sweat of my brow
is my pretend security
being part of the interconnectivity
no one different so no animosity
Perfectly whitewashed world view simplicity
disguises my interwoven insanity
That's why I think I'm living happily
My piece of mind is depravity
a down kinda up gravity
One plus none capability
Rigid thoughts defy bend-ability
I fear they'll come like a thieves in the night
Devour my children before morning light
I'm happier if different stays out of sight
Please protect my way of life
Use a gun and knife
I'll hold my hands over the eyes of my wife
This is my imaginary freedom
I do not allow my heart to be swayed
There's nothing else left to trade
Bombs ride down the street, power on parade
One day in the ground our children will be laid
None of us safe we won't be saved
Although ever vigilant
I'm unable to hear
The enemy is me do you know it dear
Picking out prickly words is my career
Give peace a chance it seems kinda weird
a different message in my heart seared
unable to get my mind cleared
Over walls some puppet peered
What if we are all to be feared?
I ponder and pull on my beard
Hanging on inconsistencies
Believing in my righteous atrocities
Can't heroes do what they please
stand tall while others fall to their knees
I know pride is a strange kind of disease
Maybe it explains how this blind man sees
Why do I believe God is on my side
To hell I might be on a first class ride
Perhaps that's why the road is so wide
I look through clouded eyes with cataracts inside
Behind the veil of my own deceit I can't possibly hide
Peace can never exist without sacrifice
It's not about being polite and nice
Feed the sick with meat and rice
Take God's advice
Be men and women of compassion
not meek like mice
Listen to wise men like Gandhi's advice
Jesus the Man of Peace
Who paid the ultimate price
Cut deep into humble pie
eat a big slice
think first have mercy twice!
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