I want peace for a while.
War is no longer my style.
For time has dulled this will.
Moulded me into a warmer man.
Delicate is this balance.
Unmake haste and take your time.
Poison lies in this chalice.
Erosion does not fix a crime.
For what goes forward can’t go back.
Deicide has become like crack.
Just one hit and the addiction won’t go away.
Feeding off our violent narcissistic tyranny.
Kill this broadcast.
Terminate us like a bad feed.
Systematic removal like a parasitic worm.
Detection is now guaranteed to bleed…
These sessions have become our waking nightmare!
Idealist long broken into martyr.
Positivity twinned with Firestarter.
Siphon hope and sell it cheap.
Hard work has been sentenced to the deep.
With no escape from these weighted shackles!
Ascendancy crushed like broken glass.
Swallow it now or choke on the past.
Idiosyncrasies championed by dull lights.
Long past sold are all our human rights.
An easy exchange in our collective eyes.
But couldn’t see how it spelled demise.
So now we wallow in this shit.
Eternal struggle and we are the ones always funding it.
I wanted peace but it won’t come.
War might not be my style but I can’t overcome…
And so my will must be reforged.
This warmer side once more scorned.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 