You talk all day,
An advocate of peace, you say.
You claim such good intentions,
Yet I see those blistered hands.
So...
Tell me,
𝐖h𝐚t h𝐚v𝐞 𝐲o𝐮 𝐛e𝐞n d𝐨i𝐧g b𝐞h𝐢n𝐝 𝐨u𝐫 𝐛a𝐜k𝐬?
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑦,
𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦,
𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑒,
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒,
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠.
𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑝,
𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡.
𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠,
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚,
𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒,
ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒.
𝐵𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠,
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑂n𝑙y r𝑒a𝑐t𝑒d,
𝑎s a h𝑢m𝑎n b𝑒i𝑛g,
u𝑛d𝑒r s𝑡r𝑎i𝑛.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 3:17 PM UTC
You talk all day,
An advocate of peace, you say.
You claim such good intentions,
Yet I see those blistered hands.
So...
Tell me,
𝐖h𝐚t h𝐚v𝐞 𝐲o𝐮 𝐛e𝐞n d𝐨i𝐧g b𝐞h𝐢n𝐝 𝐨u𝐫 𝐛a𝐜k𝐬?
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑦,
𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦,
𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑒,
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒,
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠.
𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑝,
𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡.
𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠,
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚,
𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒,
ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒.
𝐵𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠,
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑂n𝑙y r𝑒a𝑐t𝑒d,
𝑎s a h𝑢m𝑎n b𝑒i𝑛g,
u𝑛d𝑒r s𝑡r𝑎i𝑛.
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