THE PASSIVE WAR

The battle field of My being never sleeps Where sweet sugar from My soul lives in trenches As the battle rages on Bombarded by shells My heart nests in bunkers Where ears become death With the sound of hatred My heart consolidates its Strength in the shared Responsibility of war As I fight for brother and sister And honor all those Who came before Let no one die in vain As the stillness in my center Marches out like thunder As armies are accessed I fight the silent war For my gentle acceptance is far More bolder and carries greater Power than you world And my silence carries Ferocious fires from Many dragons As my heart drinks the Bitter taste of unfairness And sprinkles sugar Making lemonade With the strength of Charging Rhino I fight the peaceful war Sitting still and softly I let nestle and rest Upon my chest Fear , anger and depression Where they make a cosy nest Fended of by fountain spring My loving heart turns The battle field green As I fight the passive war

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