The Battle

This is dedicated to my grandfather long may he be remembered.

In and out its there, with words and actions
Haunting us, tearing us apart
Will the violence never end?

The soft cries can be heard
As passers by, blow it off
Not thinking not caring

The pressure to be,
Sadness swells,
As the father numbs his pain
His family cries, he laughs
Simply because he can feel no pain
But now they will

We fight to be pure
To be kind
Our instincts can't handle our needs
To be at peace
We must look within ourselves
And fight the battle
Fight for love and peace
Fight violence till the death
For we are all warriors in our minds.