366 Poems: March 29th, 2016

The Ultimate Weapon

We grew up in a world where fear was known

for an ultimate weapon kept in trust:

a power that could burn off skin and bone

and curse a city down to crumbling dust.

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We kept it ’cause we thought we could be safe

in the strong metal shell of warfare’s bride.

To each good man and demon and a wraith

to hold back all the ones they held inside.

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But safety was a lie we made to flee

all the lost battles we could only feel.

And I, in time’s broken arms, soon could see

that all we ever wanted was to heal.

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Now the lost souls sing out, from stars above,

that the greatest weapon we have is love.

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