The Two rabid beasts at each others throats,
Each vying to prove to the master that it is
they who should earn the right to dictate their
own slavery, never understanding that their
fate is already chosen and the fate will be the same.

In a blind rage they tear the flesh, relishing in the
frenzied fight, not realizing that their master is
there laughing at them, two collars made of pain
and suffering ready to fit around their necks.

With maniacal glee the master laughs,
constantly egging them on, like a puppet
master pulling on strings to perpetuate
the blind rage which engulfs them, keeping
their eye on each other, rather then the collars in hand.

As the collar is clasped around their necks,
they fall to the floor on all four's, beasts that they
are, writhing in pain and suffering, begging for mercy,
a mercy that will never come. Even in their death
they will never understand why. Blinded by rage
they never seen the truth.

CrimsonEagle.

Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean
and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. Which dog wins, "The one I feed the most."

"If only there were evil people somewhere, insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line between good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart"? Alexander Solzhenetsyn

"When I despair, I remember that all through history, the way of truth and love has always won. There have been murders and tyrants, and for a time they can seem invincible. But in the end, they always fall.
Think of it- always". Gandhi

When mankind will live to love
There will be no more misery
And the good days will start
But we, we will be dead by then brother

When mankind will live to love
It will be peace on Earth,
Soldiers will be troubadours
But we, we will be dead by then brother
In the great chain of life
Where we had to go through
Where we had to be
We will have had the bad part

When mankind will live to love
There will be no more misery
And the good days will start
But we, we will be dead by then brother

When men will live to love
When there will be no more misery
Maybe one day will they think of us who will be dead, brother
We who will have in the bad days in hatred and in war
Searched for peace, searched for love
That they will then know brother
In the great chain of life for a better time to exist
There must always be a few losers
Of wisdom down on Earth it is the price

When mankind will live to love
There will be no more misery
And the good days will start
But we, we will be dead by then brother

Raymond Lévesque
Quebec's poet and songwriter

Beautiful poem.

It is this that we fight for. The day that mankind can live to love!!!

This will be a reality at some point in time. Not while we are here though my brother:)