This war is with self rather than others,
Probing for defects and small frailties;
Killing, no mercy, these and their brothers,
Wives, and children, till desolate, all ties
Severed, every last one and their fathers;
Legions of malefactors and all the lies
Laid to rubble and ash, everything dies;
As written in Old, by the prophets and scholars.
To turn the cheek, this, the way of the New,
Is not to retreat but to continue the Way,
Heaping buckets of coals on the heads of the few,
With virtues like charity, every day,
A pleasant demeanor and kindness too,
Our Sanctification: at work, at play.
Gary Edward Geraci