sunrise over swamps

sunset over melancholy seas

Poem 18 of 30

on April 21, 2013

The origin of war is the conflict within.

It is the one, the alone, at war within himself.

It is the first hint of hate seeping into a broken heart, penetrating the cracks and feeding the pain

so that every quiet moment becomes a meditation centred around

revenge and

pride asserting itself through power

and it overflows ever so gradually

into speech, into hatred

word by word.

And the words take on new force,

from words to actions

until the actions draw the like minded

until the hurt gather together

letting the pain flow out,

ever consuming,

spreading and drawing up

the unassuming into its violence.

The origin of war is the one who, seeing himself as great,

demanded the whole world bow down and acknowledge his greatness.




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