Have you ever noticed
How phallic war can be?
Lances, blades, rifles, missiles
Appear so clear to me,
Are poor attempts for men to show
How big a man may seem.
A real man knows when to sheath
His sword,
To walk away from spilling blood.
He uppercuts against the powerful,
Never stepping upon the weak.
He opens his fist,
To give a helping hand.
The only thing in public he erects,
Is a white flag flowing with respect.
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PoetryWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch