WEAPON OF CHOICE

 A spark of Being

safely caged

Entombed within a justified rage,

The armor of the current age,

I give to you, The Soul.

A soldier cried

two blocks away

When Innocence died

another today

And his grief proclaimed to the World

that It had not destroyed his Soul.

Bundles carried

placed with care

A list of names

we cannot bear to see

But we refuse to look away.

You cannot have our Souls.

War has always shown Its might

against the flesh

but not the fight

Of those who Live to put It in Its place.

It will not silence those Souls.

The weapons used of might and steel

Can never rival Light and Will

A spark of being

safely caged

Entombed within a justified rage

Our armor for this current age

We'll not relinquish our Souls.

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