The Principles of War

I am not at ease to turn the other cheek;
Brother, please forgive me,
I cannot be that meek.
And I am not a monger, thirsting after war-
My enemies have trespassed
And broken through the vaulted door.
They've trampled through my gardens
And left a crimson trail,
From murdered sons and daughters…
For which Life will not avail.
They've stolen from my brother,
And oh what grief they've wrought!
They've robbed his precious hours
And every future thought!
They've burned my golden halls
Until all sadly fell-
And they call this deed "a holy war…"
But all I've seen is Hell!
No, I am not at ease to turn the other cheek…
Brother, please forgive me,
I will not be that meek!

By Sharon Frye