( Sparks.com ) Peace is my prayer. Peace is my worship. Peace. Peace is my flower. Peace is my stone. Peace. Peace is my child. Peace is my master. Peace. Peace is my mother. Peace is my drone. Peace. War is my priest. War is my beast. War. War is my corpse. War is my grave. War. War is my skin. War is my grin. War. War is my tyrant. War is my knave. War. O! Disparity’s the noose around peace, the guillotine’s blade falls upon me! Must I lie to myself of my sworn duties, hoodwink my eyes into their blindness? My tears soak up indifference with truth. My lips point down in a disfigured grimace. My love feels my wrist for a living rhythm. I’m the battlefront inside/outside my head. War is my scar. War is my wound. War. War is my tornado. War is my flame. War. War is my shadow. War is my blight. War. War is my weakness. War is my shame. War. Peace is the air. Peace is the wave. Peace. Peace is the wind. Peace is the stream. Peace. Peace is the puppy. Peace ...
(The Weaver's Song)