POEM

The Pacifist

My weapon is not—
A sword or a gun.
My offense is not even—
A sharpened tongue.
So, when I feel triggered,
And I pull out my defenses;
The weapon I reach for—
Is my rose colored lenses.

By: ElRoy © 2019

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