These hands made of war and for war
Now have the responsibility of bringing peace,
How then will they function when peace prevails,
Their blood veins flow with strategies to smoke enemies,
Is their survival guaranteed without the enemy?
A toxic tongue that spits out chemicals to digest progress
Has been permitted to speak to the masses
To inject motivation to the hearts and minds of the lsiteners,
It has been given no boundary of speech yet these minds
Have boundaries with a bias to that which is positive.
A message to save the nation was passed to me,
Yet a voice softer than a whisper was accorded,
To fight the good fight was my responsibility
So unto me they gave a sword whose sharpness
Is shy of a needle; then how?
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