Fighting An Idea
Mind is burdened, thoughts are deep.
Grabbing thin air, letting go of concrete.
Ideas are fought with fists and blades.
Something tangible fades away.
Words of venom roll off the tounge.
Using spite and hate for wars won.
Letting go of a beautiful history.
All that is won is a shallow victory.
After thought: Love pours eternally down a drain, drenching those who do not
want to be saved.
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