What makes a man strong?
Is it the power behind his right hook;
Or is his strength measured by a book?
Is it the ability to kill a man dead;
Or the ability to remain unlost within his own head?
Can strength be measured by any of the such?
After all, these are all just words and no one cares that much.
Perhaps strength is measured by the love of a man,
Would he love another, when no one else really can?
To turn down a fight in spite of the glory,
To take all the hate to replace it with the holy?
To die for a cause, or for the cause to stop killing?
For the amount of murder is quite frankly chilling.
Would you put down the gun, and pick a flower instead?
Shoot petals at one another so no bullets reach your head.
You may be pricked by the thorn of a rose,
But at least this pain is something you chose.
Trade your weapons for creation,
To take away this infested nation.
Trade your bullets for seeds, let them be your ammunition,
That's all this world needs; a much braver decision.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
