Violence is never the answer,
But the implication of that quote
Is that violence is an answer
Even if it isn't ever optimal.
As someone once deaf,
And because of it once mute,
Such a quiet but thoughtful demeanor
Usually stirs one from their bitter attitude.
The slumber of anger,
Like that of sadness;
The tiredness is a dear friend,
The emptiness of them.
In that absence of contentment
Missing too is common sense.
The confusion of all emotions,
Their transient nature and overlap.
The first thoughts in the morning,
Filled with tension and anxious,
Mirror those like at night;
The nest of pests parasitic.
Anger, like sadness, is too broad.
Am I enraged by indignation?
Am I grieving from someone gone?
They have their places.
But violence is never an answer.
Peace, no matter what,
Is ever hardly secured
Even if it is always optimal.
