Alas, We Draw Our Swords

Living in the warm glow of existence, we reach out to our neighbors for support and love.

We strike up conversations of things deep and of things mundane and it seems like that's enough.

There's a chance of love filling our hearts and flooding life with endless amounts of joy and bliss.

Sometimes, we choose an errant word or break a bubble of commonality, sending things dreadfully amiss.

Alas, we draw our swords

Conversations of hope, love and optimism are deep within the wells of our being as we push through the day.

Words, actions and emotions continue to guide what we are and what we could be in what might be every way.

Something as simple as disagreement in what our eyes and hearts see that other cannot understand.

Running through open fields of play have given way to stomping through the valleys of the fallen man.

Alas, we draw our swords.

When at long last, we may find peace and serenity in a world so full of wonder and education.

It's the folly of any man to assume that their heart alone enjoys the gift of knowing the situation.

We ignore what we see or hear that conflicts with our perceived hearts and oft polluted minds.

When a simple joining of hands and bonding of hearts would and could make us a more human-kind.

Alas, as we live and seek harmony, we step back and simply draw our swords.