You cannot dismiss this sudden, mysterious
rise in confidence as it sits in our people.
Now, it stands. It grips faith in a fist.
It forms for its performance a knotted wood staff,
and plays on until its death with an implement
mistaken for a weapon, when it bends to dance,
and only strikes the ground to rally.
You know for sure to show the world the inner peace
rather than permit the violence inside you.
And it's handsome.