Propaganda lies
paralysed minds
Scared to be called out
for saying what's right
Instead hide inside
Walls of distrust
Barred windows
doors kept shut
a broken lock
shock
a system built upon years of rot
War isn’t won by fighting
you can’t overcome hatred
with scratching and biting
only ends once talking begins
when people embrace difference
and mix it with the similarities within
We don't get peace
by smashing apart
breaking already fragile hearts
we only find release
once we sit
let our words embark
on journeys deep into the soul
only then will we find
light in the dark
Battles are not decided in lives
lost to the biggest of guns
the sharpest of knives
or the loudest of bombs
a bit of respect to shed some light
shared spark of humanity's insight
not a blade soaked with the blood of
those you are told are the enemy
by people in dark towers
leaders of the hour
Kill or be killed
doesn’t give me thrills
it's just an excuse
this war
when none of us knows
quite who
or what we are fighting for
is it over a land grab claim?
or did someone get called a hurtful name
it's like playground politics
instead of tic your it
we go out and play army instead
something about war
must be inbred
Fights are not ended
with a knockout blow
anger just grows
the only way to find answers
is to first seek questions
so, take some lessons
and let the world be your teacher
not a hate filled preacher
search for the heart on pages
soul soaked in the words
written through ages
like songs of birds
A skirmish is not concluded
by taking the biggest swing
or the rocks and stones
that you fling
it’s when you sit
talking - without spin
only then
does truth finally win
tomorrow can truly begin
like the seasonal change
from winter to spring
Conflict brings the worst in us
it spreads hurt, hate, pain and distrust
smashing the enemy
with bombs overhead
we could start
by inviting them to talk instead
we could start
by breaking bread
rather than
wishing anyone dead
share a piece of decency pie
a delicacy many have forgotten
left it baking in an overloaded oven
as the heat is getting increasingly high
Know your enemy
is it like looking in a mirror?
at a flipped opposite picture
could our enemies be friends?
when true hate comes from palaces
and power
sick men in slick suits
raining down scorn and disdain
like an acid rain shower
oil stains right through
like blood over lands of dust
money and fame
all that those in power
truly lust
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle
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