Past Battles Stand
When first I looked, into the light,
I saw but little good, from fights.
Black venting rage, of little good
What point, was anger ever good.
Yet from each sting, accepted rage
I gained a little more inside
grew a little stronger
pulled wisdom, from it's grave
I found the path to walk away
to live, to love, and laugh.
Yes fellow friends of earths great light
I do appreciate the fights.
The battles where I found my feet
where courage, did not hide to deep
I found the confidence of pride
to stand and risk the battle ride
To stand up tall and speak my mind
to say the truth I did not hide
sometimes I did not always win
but felt a peace, of pride within
What fools I think to habour grudge
when in your anger weakness lasts
can't you see beyond your rage
and grasp your inner peace.
I stand against your words, insults
with inner pride, it does not hurt
each day, I stand with inner praise
a job, well done, I did today.
Lifes laughter, finds me working well
for happiness destroys dispair
It's hard to hate the man that laughs
I sing and dance through out each day
Enjoying it in everyway.
You stand and criticise the jews
America you love and hate
You think you're better than the rest
Yet yea of little thoughts I say
are not beyond the rest
from church to state
I say to you
You look for faults
then look within
For none of us are without sins.
poverty builds anger
Poverty builds pain
anger builds to vengence
A passing ball of pain.
step back and think about it friends
step back and walk away
we need to pass the helping hand
and not the ball of pain.
Yet also in my mind I know
the past is not that wrong
fire does fight fire,
yet guidance must be strong
and lead to better living
where poverty is gone.
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2007
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