Those who would seek peace
Must prepare themselves for conflict
And then use the whole of their will
To answer with an open hand
Before closing their fists
One must be willing to collect their scars
Without begrudging those who administer
Their wounds, to understand that the gift of strength
Is found opposite of violence
And thus inspire calm in the writhing oceans
That men may be, when clouded by
Fear, as those who raise guns
Ever are, there is no understanding
In a bullet, in the sword
Who are tools meant only to slay
The monsters we carry with us from our childhood
Yet our weaknesses cause us pride
And in our pride, we raise our weapons high
To hide the cracks in our walls
And in doing so, scar hope and expose
All that lies beneath our flesh
And so, my friend
Should the day come when you must
Raise your weapon
Be sure, that the enemy in your crosshairs
Is not a projection of your own heart
Protect love, but mind that the soldier on the other side
Is oft tasked with the same mission
Those who would seek peace
Would do so better, by seeking
Understanding.
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