Weapon Of Choice

Weapon Of Choice

Cycling through hate and fear, rolling dogma from tongue to tongue, crushing childhood joys, smothering memories and hope of shared community and lives filled with love and harmless toys,

These young, innocent boys wrenched from poverty and class, rock to and fro, to faith filled chants, or bob their heads and slam back beers to metal hard rock and gangster raps,

Broken down, hung from tightly imbedded strings, neatly packed, kneeling upon carpets, or layered as sardines on jet propelled transports to face down the enemy mine of global reach,

This weapon, this choice, destroyer of worlds, sacrificed to gods of war, held such promise and hope to be the protector of the realm, the apple of your eye, rests now in peace, as another chooses to avenge the cycles lies.

Bruce Larson*Moore
12*Minutes + 13*Months = World4Peace
Unite the C.H.A.O.S.

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The out there and the in here

are the same. Peace is using will power to gently relax our grip on pain, settling into reduced suffering.

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