Poetry: Fighting

Around here, there's no war
No ammunition store
There's no marine core
No steel doors
No drills that bore
Into the ground
Bring the fortification down
Expose enemy lines
And put fear in their minds
And I praise the most high
That there's just pines
And I can keep what's mine


But there's still fighting
Fighting on the streets
Fighting in your brain
Fighting on a beat
Fighting that drains
And pains
Your soul until
It can't take any more
Shakes you to your core
Then you realize
There is still a war

There is still a war in side
And it's up to the soul to decide
What kind of ammunition it brings
Be it a fire to feed the flames
Or water to put out the flames
Or earth to calm the flames
Or air to blow out the flames
Do you believe a small failure
Can extinguish all of your gains
Or can you get yourself all there
And pick it up once again

Not everyone's a fighter
But everyone's got to fight
Can't just pray to God
Hoping things will urn out right
Your actions speak loudest
To me, your's, and mine
To the earthly, and the divine
Or just the earthly if you incline

Maybe the fighting will stop
The street wars will stop
The discreet disputes will stop
Mistruths between man will stop
The one who ran will stop
And look back and face their fears
Act in spite of horrible leers
And all conflicts will cease
Once we find our mind's peace

At first it might not be clear
Behind fog are those that harm
But the light can disarm
And cut through the fog and shear
The ground and sky asunder
Don't dig a trench
Go out and march under
Your own cover
And cut your own path
Through the stench
Of failure and sadness
Keep fighting inside
Keep fighting inside
And make sure the outer war passes