Quarrel Not With Me

Quarrel not with me because your ancient longing to right The ancient damage that deformed you in the night Has offered you no ego massaging victory in fight O may champion the spurious claims of others brought to your light Things that in your presence had no root You bring them in jealous head for truth And let them deform you into the ancient brute I with the blameless you will take no dispute A Just when I thought logic was supreme That history told us truth Where reason labored in extreme I found it cudlling the brute Of self, the ego masked and vulnerable Lacking in will, and insecure That in its own protection turns detestable Offended like villian sure. Just when I thought logic was supreme It could not delete you from my dream B What shall I say if my children will eat Where the enemy sets her plate When your anger announces the defeat Of love and the triumph of hate What shall say beyond the silence I own That keeps my will, hide my tears Each season some foolish act is shown Instigated by the mould of years The blight that springs from bitter lies That in a bitter heart resides And cannot deter me though it tries And spew at me its venom's tides. Oh you host of demons gendered of lust I am delivered by him who alone I trust C I have your picture on your phone You can reclaim both at will But I shall never walk alone At end of day this lonely hill For joy and truth fenced out by your ego No longer shares your view But I the groom shall I not so go Loving the fallen is nothing new D Ask me for all you want and more I earn but now to give and yield Not foolish now, nor ever before My sling is love I need no shield So in silence I no rebuttal give, restrained I will not join your enemies laugh For they first at your success scoff Then marred your mind and left you stained O they know I do not bow other gods And will not commune in veils of lies They would not change me with a thousand rods And so from you they rob what they cannot despise That squalor could desire my worth But could not merit me face down upon the earth I can return all you claim, but not the mirth Not the entrenched troops you hurt