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.