I will not fight hate with hate,
nor will I bellow and roil amidst my turmoil,
I will march amongst the masses, linked.
Holding to life and hope and love.
Silent we will walk,
each a connection to someone... something greater,
no word need be spoken,
let the silence be our voice,
As one.
We will march for the unjust and judged,
our heads to the sky,
and the blessings to the One on our faces.
We will not let fear and abuse
turn us to rabid dogs,
the rendering of flesh
will not return the lost.
A monk set himself alight for peace,
I can walk in silence and grace
for the same.
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The Burning
PoesíaThe funny thing about fire is that it can be both destructive and cleansing, in the wake of the ashes is fertile soil. So I have set aflame underneath me and let the passion burn, in the end, I hope to find peace and build bigger and greater things.
