When you blame someone for something
utterly beyond their control
you destroy a relationship
When they in turn blame you as well
there is no hope for the future
the past is ruined by judgments
By people with no right to judge
for both parties have done the harm
to the other and to themselves
Years are lost without any hope
of some reconciliation
the damage done, the sorrow sown
Decades pass, should you live so long,
bearing a grudge best left behind,
the pain within becomes torment
The descriptions of hell on earth
of demons tugging at your heart
of demons tearing you apart
She who takes the moral high road
leaves no ground for others to walk
upon to share in lessons learned
He who cannot see mistakes made
by himself and others becomes
empty seeks solace in sorrow
Drowning in tears, years of torment
nothing can replace the years lost,
no one can explain years of pain
What is the point of living with
this burden of pain and sorrow
tomorrow is not the future
Only today can the final
blow be dealt, the final knockout
punch where both parties reconcile
But today never comes, the pain
like precious stones too expensive
to give away, suffering wins
Each bears a stone, a Teddy bear,
that comforts each in their need, time
slips away, love lost forever
Both parties need to set aside
their swords and shields inside the house
of the Lord, if to win the peace
If war is to be fought and won,
then hearts must remain hard as stones,
Teddy bears they cuddle to death
Peace and war, two sides of the coin,
constantly flipping through the air,
is there no other options found
Is humanity so profound
in ignorance never to see
an end to demons who torment
Is suffering the goal at hand,
the penalty kick in the net,
the top corner, too far to reach
What is the meaning of a life
lived solely to console one's pain
and sorrow in silence, alone
Surrounded by friends and loved ones,
loneliness eats the love away,
loneliness becomes a cancer
A ballet dancer on the stage
suffers such sorrow in silence
who listens to one with such grace
To face the cutting blade, a man
or woman becomes a chicken,
a rooster with his head cut off
Even a child knows better than
this, she knows to apologize,
to forgive, let the matter fall
But how many of us have lost
the child within, the right to say
sorry when we made a mistake
Stones of loneliness deep inside
cannot comfort like Teddy bears,
can only conceal pain, a pearl
Pretty necklace of cultured pearls,
how many oysters have suffered
for your elegance and beauty
When will vanity and desire
end, along with corruption, greed,
hatred, anger, beauty in war
There is no end to suffering,
no cessation of our sorrow,
we bear the pain like a cancer
Like a prima ballerina
no one can touch, her solitude
like a fortress of fortitude
How to eat, dance and be merry
surrounded by friends and loved ones,
when loneliness devours all hope
The decision to lay down arms
is always left to someone else,
otherwise we are but traitors
Cowards in retreat of battle,
this war is a long time coming,
since both sides could not make amends
Your children die fighting your war,
not knowing why they are alive,
why they must perish in a war
The battle lines drawn for decades,
shift ten kilometers this way,
and return ten kilometers
So many wounded by this war,
the dead are long gone and buried,
the wounded eyesores to sorrow
Is there nothing that can be done,
so much collateral damage,
so many lives lost for your pride
Honor, an empty shell casing
found on the battlefield, the street,
the sidewalk, even in your home
Empty the clip and move on, turn
back to witness the damage done,
we are all parties to this war
Blame perpetrators and victims,
no one can go without judgment,
but who are the judge and jury
We cannot judge our own battles,
we have no objectivity,
no clarity, no perspective
Our ideas are muddled with mint,
the greed of gold and property,
natural resources, the spoils
We fight our family, our mothers,
fathers, brothers, sisters, cousins,
aunties, uncles, nephews, nieces
The whole world is set aflame, fire
made by oil, by bad blood, black sheep,
we eat bile roasting on the spit
The entrails found on battlefields,
guts hanging out, no place to go,
nothing to keep them inside, safe
Is there no end to this, this war,
the pain and sorrow, damage done,
no war won by diplomacy
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