Getting Back To It

Their Troops Stormed
Into Our City Streets
The Innocent Crawling,
Begging At Their Feet

Onward They Marched
Our People Served As Their Prey
Now They Have Left
The Entire City Gone Within A Day

This Is What It'll Come To
If We Rely On Hate And Greed
The Pure Shall Perish
While The Corrupt Continue To Feed

We Do Not Need To Resort To This,
Taking Up Arms And Raising Fists
These Have Been Words Of A Pacifist

Fresh Start

And Yet I Begin Anew
As Light Shines Through
From The Seeds I've Sown

My Words Can Be Like Daggers
Hidden From Sight
Or They Can Heal
Like Some Divine Light

These Words Are Not Meditated
It's Just That My Mind Is Elevated
Creativity Increased Ten-Fold
My Thought Just Seem To Flow

Out Of My Mind
And Onto This Page
Calming Me Down
Quelling The Rage

Well This Is It
As This Bright Light Shines
Two Doors Before Me
I Shall Venture Forth And Traverse Inside