Always
at the heart of it
is a weapon
A kingdom’s fate
A love’s revival
A warrior’s life
A prophecy fulfilled
Always
at the heart of it
is a weapon
Discarded
Forgotten
Dulled
Unblooded
Uncared for
But a weapon
all the same
Waiting patiently
for a hand
to lift it
up into the light
to transfer its
Power
anew
Go on…
pick it up
and
feel its
heartbeat
pulse
in harmony
with
your own
Hatred
takes
time and energy
Hatred
wears away
the good in us
by gradual degrees
of erosion until
you no longer
realize
you’re empty
inside
Hatred is
tiring to
perpetuate
Hatred is
tiresome to
its victims
and targets
Hatred
is based
on
private preferences
in a
public world.
Let us be done with
Hatred
and be about
the business
of rebuilding
the land
we now share
and each other
We will never
purge evil
as long as we
practice it
look the other way
when it occurs
take pictures of it
say “Glad it’s not me.”
and
convince ourselves
‘it will never change
because we can’t change.”
Why not?
Beyond Panic 