this is war
razor tongues
strike at every angle
mouths spit
poison darts
virulent
volcanic
scorched earth ruins
black winds
fill throats
lungs
arteries
so thick
we can't see each other
or ourselves
nor the knives we are holding
to each others throats
ready to rip out voices
ready to rip out hearts
with words we deploy
sharp instruments
cut deep
we are brawlers
mud slingers
rabid and raging
feeding on anger
addicted to our
own venom
we swallow
we dispense
we kill
we are killed
you fight the ones
you call monsters
they are poised to do
the same
to you
we all fight the other
blood and guts
no glory
the coldest war
is the one where we
lose each other
the one that hardens our hearts
and steals peace from our very lips
words once spoken can never be retrieved
here are all the people
living with shrapnel
buried so deep
each heart
there bleeding at your doorstep
touch another wounded one
wash the cut
apply the poultice
put peace back on deserted lips
we all know how
we may be trained as warriors
and battles will be fought
the world may make us monsters
but we were born
to be healers
in the end
let us remember ourselves
