home Poem List next poem Synchronization In War Killing is an art form which oft' evolves Hoping to act 'fore anticipation Willing will cite action that oft' revolves Groping into our civilization We see ourselves as most tolerant folk Able to help others in times of need Be free and avoid breaking any yolk Stable embrionic cultures to seed Of course there are times when fate fills with strife Bins of thought full of dark correlation Remorse for past thoughts won't help protect life Wins won't depend on some god's sensation Aggression is directed against us By many who can't accept what we are Succession always the conceptual truss Try changing our nature with wars afar We've wondered aloud why others drive hate Steering it toward our inner being Sieve realities which can't ever wait Peering thru fate to know what they're seeing Our swords are unsheathed and dulled to the touch So we can break bones without getting stuck Dour words attract attention far too much Throwing peace to violence some deam bad luck (c)ERA 12:28 AM 3/21/03