The Sword

This sword
this blade,

with strength is blessed,

Held strong 
held firm,

against my chest,

Has seen the pain,

of death and war,

My muscles tight,

my muscles sore,

I choose to fight,

for my belief,

My conscience clear

with this relief

These words are not

of blood and men

It's standing strong

honor defend

Of race 
gender,

equality

One world 
one race

without country

To fight 
to stand

to' bring things up'

To pour the love

in each ones cup

To cut the space

between each one

My sword is strong

I've just begun

The 'war' is here

I chose to fight

To listen to

the one that's right

The 'death' i see

is breaking free

choosing the ME

and not the me

This life is short

and death is near

to live for Truth

and not for fear

Integrity

I do admire

the egos thrown

into the fire

My sword 
my blade

these words I use

my heart has called

and I won't loose

The sword is dropped

mistakes are made

but on the floor

sharp is the blade

my hand is strong

as I reach down

pick up my heart

laid on the ground

Ready again

to stand and fight

Ready again

to stand

for RIGHT....