happiness is a weapon

most of
what we do
is distasteful.

we are
bitter to the
trees and
the lakes and
the streams and
the forests
who shudder
@ our approach.

we are
careless with the
animals and show
no mercy @ their
slaughter.

we treat the land
as a toilet and
the fauna as a means
of simple murder
without regard for
the environment in which
we live.

we breed
for war and domination,
for fear and hatred,
for pain and torment.

we spill
the blood of our brothers.
we rape
our fair sisters.
we spoil the womb
and wretch foul
with dirty tongues.

we follow
clerics and prophets
of tired religions
that speak of wicked deeds
while committing the very sins
they abhor.

we lend
ourselves to misery and
mistrust,
to vile intent and
bitter sacrament.

we violate
one another along
the lines of fashion
and reason
and logical discourse.

we idolize
thieves and lunatics,
warmongers and murderers.

we are
deeply seeded creatures
of revenge and mayhem.

i see no monsters here.

there are those
who wish for peace
and prosper in the notion
that freedom,
true freedom lies in the heart
of every man, woman, and child.

they have come to believe
that we are capable
of living in harmony
with all things,
giving honor to the land,
to the beast,
and to the convictions
of the trustworthy.

they show their stripes
and wear them proudly
while others divert their gaze
so as not to be blinded
by integrity.

they live their lives
by the day,
by the minute,
by the second
without warning,
without wavering,
without trial
for they are better
than most,
and that is character.

i see no monster here.