Life is often defined by battles. Survival of the fittest. Getting the last laugh.
Some people are trained from birth to show no mercy or weakness to their enemies. Sooner or later, though, everyone crosses the invisible shifting line from ally to adversary when you only care about fighting and winning. What’s the point of being the top dog if reaching the top turns you into a lonely and miserable creature?
True strength and happiness are found in building bridges instead of burning them down. Seeking peace instead of inviting conflict. Extending an olive branch instead of a bayonet.
This ideal is the inspiration behind my latest poem.
Burying weapons of war. Blood-stained blades no more. Sharp tongue now dulled. Destructive seeds once sowed. Toxic weeds now culled. Solid iron and pure steel. Fists fueled with righteous fury. Hands unclenched to heal. Visons of chaos cease. A mind planting traps and snares. Yields to delicate peace. Burying weapons of war. broken, battered souls no more.
Did you enjoy this poem? Check out my other poetry in the Strange New Worlds archives.
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Through July, Smashwords is discounting tons of eBooks in its annual summer/winter sale. My stories are included in the sale. You can purchase any Samak Press eBook available at Smashwords for 50% off the regular list price all month. This is a perfect time to catch up on any of my stories you may have missed.
