Innocent War

And there you are

with eyes wide closed,

slicing through bullies

with the very hatred you oppose.

It is all pain, to me.

The daggers of hate

disguised as love.

The broken ways in which

change

is achieved

in this world.

Are my eyes so different

that I must be an anomaly

of this world?

It is all pain, to me,

your innocent war.

I wish so desperately for peace.