In our world,
Will you be the ammunition, or the dove?
Will you fly or will you fall?
Will you hold your tongue in a crowded room of vultures,
Glaring with the sharp hint of death in their eyes?
Will fear overtake you when you stand up to the battle line?
Or will you sprout feathers and shoot into the sky away from this war?
This is do or die now.
This is exactly what they prepared us for.
We are molding people, shaping them to fit into the two molds of the fighter
And the peace activist.
