Let There be Peace

What have

The eyes

of 

A rebellious heart

Done 

To deliver peace?

Unmet 

Infantile needs

Directed outward

Spewing

A cataclysmic rage

Surely 

Someone

Must pay

For this abysmal pain

The rapacious creditor

Oblivious to 

Carnage upon

The fields of dishonour

Where those numbered

In the collateral damage

Writhe in seeds 

Of their orgy

Of premeditated vengeance

There is no 

Armistice

Seen through

Eyes that 

Envision attack 

With each new encounter

Legs of weary

Battle torn aged warrior

Still carrying

The blind & ignorant

Armour

Of a misled youth

The mantle "Rebel"

Self-adorned

Illusory pride

Hides 

A seething cowardice

And 

Festering shame

Self-Righteous

Self-Defence 

Cloak

A lust

For the false power

of 

A self-deceptive aggression

Inner contempt

Becomes

Heads must roll...

Glory 

Sought through

Self-destruction

Salvation 

Obtained through

The freedom

Of a perceived vulnerability

Armour and arsenal

Rendered redundant

Once realized

There is 

Nothing to defend

And therefore

No need to 

Attack

Souls require 

No recompense 

Each charged

With it's own

Return to love

A new day dawns

Never too late

To expand

In

Respond ... ability

Peace then

A prayerful

Mindful walk 

Of ongoing

Accountability...

R. O'Neill (January 22, 2018)