Gentle War.

Bring me my
Brave and gentle warriors,
Those whose lines drawn
In sand and on sidewalks
Say “I will never
Do what’s been done to me
To any woman or man.”
Gather generals and soldiers
Whose only weapons
Are love that flows with
Ferocity,
Breaking through the cacophony
And bringing peace to the
Fight.
Gather my tender lovers
Whose merrymaking and laughter
Echo with atomic
Orgasmic intoxication
And shatter the darkest
Of nights.
Bring your weapons of
Hope and your lights,
Like nuclear vivacity
Piercing the veil of
Hopelessness and plight.
Gather ye wizards
And sorceresses,
Bring your calculations
And divinations and
Iron willpower to
Silence the fight.
Rearrange this inhuman anatomy
From her preprogrammed
Self infliction of implosive
Corruption and disease.
In this world
Such as it is,
Your stillness makes you
Super powered, and
Your self mastery makes you
Immune to the maelstrom.
You stand in your own
Power,
In the world but not
Plugged into the illusion
Of wrong versus wrong.
You have heard the echoes
Of madness,
And bravely choose to
Stand in what’s upright.
It’s not about temporary
Pleasure,
It’s not a shallow
Victory or hollow win,
It’s tranquility that’s
Real and everlasting
For all –
Not just you –
Who suffer when
Injustice is rewarded
And those who act
Nobly are attacked
By the blind.
Know you’re giants,
Gods and Goddesses,
Standing firm,
Gentle,
Peaceful,
And virtuous.
See what’s going on
Behind the curtain
And use your most
Keen weapon –
Authentic choice
Self responsible
Self accountable
And bold refusal
To perpetuate the
Cycles of destruction.
This feud ends
Here and now
With us
As we stand firm
Holding the light.

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