To these words and their meaning I call you,
May their message at least give you pause:
When the end of all things comes to name you,
May this war have a meaningless cause?
The scars of our anger grow deeper;
In a shadow of sorrow we wait.
Is the circle of vengeance forever?
Are we proud of the picture we paint?
I wonder if truth has a bylaw,
Of one thing or ten things or none.
I wonder if words become more,
Than murmurs or carvings in stone.
As these dark times around us unravel,
May wisdom come first to your mind.
And whatever the road that you travel,
May peace be the treasure you find.
May the blood in your veins never bind you,
Never pain you, nor lead you to strife.
May it never delude, shame or blind you,
To this magnificent mystery called life.
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