it's been decided now
the fields have been parched
and the forests laid low
we must make sacrifices now
to effect a change today
therefore blood must be spilt.

so prepare your arms and
bare your chests wide.
begin in your amygdala
and find the basest emotion.
fear and hate unreasonable
instinct ranks understanding.

long steel directs emotion that
drone planes cannot feel.
reveal yourself with whetted
desire to wash soiled layers
of field and forest with
the blood of others regardless

of merit or worth or need.
the consolation of philosophy
has no place on this road.
there is no toll of penance
here at the gate of incivility.

peace being passé, keen to kill
as anarchy reigns deep within
the fascination of termination,
red red red fills the souls,
headlines cry out depravity.
hear the cries of the dying.

yet in time, peace will return
to each, and even to nations.
dug up bones will be reburied
after careful consideration
and a wrenching forgiveness.

season follows season and
time and purpose may...may
be accepted if not understood.
Man has his appointed cycle
of seasons and vicissitudes
beyond our own tender love.

© agoodguy2have 2011-04-25