a different kind of war

there is a fury that
cannot be carried in fists,
a kind of rage that
gunfire cannot assuage

there is an anger that
only words can contain,
that uses music as
its ammunition

there is a fight whose battleground
is far beyond our fragile bodies,
requires us to touch more than skin,
needs us to reach deep
into one another’s hearts,
asks us to learn the shape
of one another’s souls,

there is a victory
that will not have graves
as its milestones

there is a history
waiting to be written
with love and not blood.

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