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!