Your words, my words – projectile weapons
Nothing heard above the noise
Once weathered laborious handsome face
Long ago was that opposition – smooth, poised grace
Now hate painted rivals panting, hiding uselessly
Lunge, parry, growl fiercely and lunge
Either side winning? Both hopelessly lost
No victory when sole purpose is gone – ignore the thought
Find alternate route! Shed all armour, open human eyes
Walk purposely towards dangerous, suspicious side
Shout, Forgive Me Brother and Sister in truth
Shout louder, Should my death bring you peace kill me now
No ending … the newness of peace frightens more