How dare we defy the One who holds sway
Over malleable minds, who disgorges
Time and again the weak, as dispensible?
Only the strong will prevail, so they say.
Meekness, we're told, is not meant to win wars,
Offensive assertion conquers the day.
Fighting for rights has been undertaken,
Assaults, then subjection to mighty force
Have ever been used to course the 'right' way
To ultimate peace - - but for wars to cease
We need, bent, an ear to the still, small voice
Of life's calm, which whispers to 'cause no harm.'
For, as much as it depends on such as us,
To try the peacable way towards all.
Then, we recall, these were the thoughts of One
Who conquered the world with unfailing love.
The devilish will argue this holds no intelligent
Proof of victory: - but if simple love can move
Mountainous misunderstandings, can't we see,
In the face of coming eternity,
Before dire evil be done, that nothing is worth
More, in defiance of all that's been said
To defend the conquering by hate, as 'right',
Than, by gently lifting love to the fore
We can welcome, once and for all, true peace
Which will soon take root and cover the earth.
Fay.... Complicated this one. Outcomes are written by the winners, as are the rules, retrospectivly, to justify the results. The meek and mild can win in the long run though it may take forever, but then we've got forever Fay. Poem might be a little long, point might be made a little clearer, sooner. But then.........we've all got our own way of walking. Thank you Martin
I applaud your message of hope. I belive in an omipotent power the creator But cannot grasp the cincept of the devil for the devil to exist woud deny the omnipotence of the creator. Man has free will and it is mans choice to act as he sees fit wickedly or with good intent.
Living proof ageless one the pen is mightier than the sword, if everyone whispered love it would drown evils taunts Chris 10 for being priceless ageless
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To defend the conquering by hate, as 'right', Than, by gently lifting love to the fore We can welcome, once and for all, true peace Which will soon take root and cover the earth. .................................................................. Fay, Graceful ending and in general, excellent a poem...10... All kind, Tsira