I'm beginning to see clearly
For once.

I see what we're up against.
My pacifism is meaningless in this place,
A nuclear time bomb.

What's worse is
I don't want to be the warrior.
The coldblooded fighter
drained of all remorse.

But I hold my breath, eyes clenched shut
And draw forth, led by my own bloodlust.
For years I have stifled its presence
With hollow words of a desperate peacekeeper.

Alas, diplomat no more,
I am a hardened veteran of the War on War.

10/02/2006

Posted on 10/03/2006
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