Faith, Hope, Love & War
A wise man once said
Or was it something I read?
That a soft word turned away wrath
But another wise man
Put that phrase in a can [and]
Ancient Wisdom turned into math
Still I drank from that cup
Though it didn’t add up
‘til I just spit up—all I had
For my mentors and me
Things did taste differently
And some of them thought I was mad
Faith, Hope, Love, and War
For we’ve heard these words together before
Yet one of these things is not like the other
One of which I don’t wish on my brother
For I don’t want the same crashing on me
No, I don’t want to be a casualty
Still God bless those fighting for Peace
And may the God of Peace
make the fighting cease!
Though I don’t claim to have all the answers
or profess to know it—all
I’ve made wars of my own
Placed my home on a throne
for I’m just a poet—and that’s all
So I ask, ‘who is right?’
God says, ‘Let there be Light’
But Light travels only so fast…
When it comes, sometimes Truth
Hurts like a bad tooth
Close the window [and]
Light doesn’t last
But in the light of the night
The right still make might
And Good still turn the other cheek
For Peace, I’m interested
But pray I’m never tested
For blessed—are the meek
Fusion of certainty and confusion
Union of reality and delusion
Intrusion of fatality of what life is all for;
Faith, Hope, Love (but not war)
© 2005 J. “Xakk” Marshall [january 28, 2005 @ starbucks @ sunrise]