It is not religion that stabs the knife
or science that slams down the bombs,
It is people,
Regular ordinary People.
People bend objects from their neutrality
Towards evil or good
And most often Evil.
The child tears the wings off of flies
as the priest or coach abuses young ones
And the serial killer or general
Slaughters many.
It is not the instrument that is evil
It is the people.
Narcissism battles modesty,
and I wonder who will win tonight,
it's an unfair match, a raw street fight,
between a thug and a gentleman,
who can't communicate on the same level;
one fights with a sword,
that never encountered a pen it liked,
the other theoretically knows the pen is mightier,
but fears the reality of cold steel.
Some things don't work in the real world,
and some things hurt for keeps.
Sometimes wars are lost forever,
one small battle at a time.
There's a cage not far from here,
it holds all the pieces of my heart,
that have been swept into dustpans,
and deposited along with the memories;
nobody can put all that back together.
Pieces of heart lay on the cold, damp metal,
and sparkle when the light hits them right,
pieces of sanity sit there just the same,
those pieces smile in a devilish fashion,
they know what each loss means to the whole.
One step closer,
one mile further,
from it.
One more day,
one battle won,
against it.
It's important to win the battles,
even if the war is open for debate,
it's the only course of action for me,
save for abandoning the campaign.
Come ride my sanity,
come into the cage with me,
I promise I don't take hostages.
Andy Veilleux 