Take 2: So Many Battles
What is War Good for;
War for Love and War for Hate.
In Every Sense of the Human Estate.
The Wager is Love and the wager is raw
We Kill-Destroy People if they Don't do the same we adore.
But What is Wager all around?
What is good about battles in the ground?
Do we Succumb to the Way of Deed.
If we do not Love but contrarily do approve of the bleed That we
Hold Everybody Accustomed to, Because
we Live in a World that's not the Zoo.
But the Wilderness of the Ground.
In Which Ravaged Animals Tear Flesh to bound.
And Kill Each other for the Gain.
In Which a Single Hearted Constant is the Man.
I see the Phantom of the Shore and Ground.
Is When we Live through the Love in Which to Abound.
The Whole of Humanity Comes to the Knowledge of the Sound.
When I Hear i Speak a Syllable of the Nouned.
I Speak Words of the Love which simple comes as Sound.
That You are Cared for in the Way.
In Which i have Layed down My Life for you to this Day.
But Little Do they Know of What i do.
they Just Love to bash on the Likes of Me and You.
Who have lived through Troubled Times.
Who Consent to all that's Good on the Mind's
Of them Who know the Word By Sound.
To the Love we Must Captivate to Live Abound.
Knowing the Way to the Way of Truth,
I Stepped again into the Center of My Youth, And
speak the Word of Kindness Thus Adone.
To the Heart we Must Find; A World Thus Won.
Winning the Battle is not too Hard, If we Love from the
Beginning of the Start. But
What is given to the known, People
are Just as Stubborn as the Next Neanderthaller Grown
So Cease not to give in Time. To the
Reality of the wholesome mind.
That Speaks Life into Another One.
To Find Out How Battles are Set and Won.
We Give Care to All Who R Hurt and Their.
Who Stepped into the Sense of the Unknowing Where.
But People do not Wish to Care.
So I Say Regardless Whether I'am, I'am HERE.
From My Battles to Your Battles: a Poetry from Martin Youn