Surrender
The white flag belittles the atrocities,
Of stricken bodies between enemies at war.
What distrustful nuance bring rational men,
To this grunting war staved brute?
Eyes, that once say brotherhood,
Once raised skyward in prayer,
Now determined to lie to waste,
All it sees in man.
Mother mourn,
Seeking comfort,
Seeking solace,
In the times before ruin.
I am guilty of the burden of hate,
it, slips so easily over naked shoulders,
Never do I ask why I wear this blood burden.
I am the sins from all those wars,
Sins of all that death,
The living embodiment of self destruction.
Standing on battle ground,
Arms spread wide to carry my terror stricken voice.
STOP!
Like a great wave,
False truce crashes on my shores of sorrow,
The lone figure in a sea of red blooded anger.
I have transcended form, born testimony, and found,
Angelic Grace.
Brother’s what lies you tell yourselves,
In my name,
For I am both goddess and Country.
Do you seek to destroy me for your pride?
Come not as rivals, but two lovers to my heart.
Feast on me, Drink of me.
And be born of my blood anew.
Can you not set arms at peace,
For love of the same woman.
What had been destruction,
Becomes a glorious feast.
Not just peace, but bonds making.
All reborn of the same cannibalistic mother,
Now washed clean in tainted blood.
Peace be where those dare to love.
