small minds

the time is not ripe for the adventure of peace

small minds swing on the play toys of power

history yet nurses on the blood of the envied

her roots entangled in the bones of the quelled

the conqueror's of evil bind the dove in chains

her olive branch stripped to whip the bad

the righteous empire uses the trappings of faith

to dispose of God, their collateral pawn

their every move reflects the will of God

on their journey to victory, in the excitement to win

they chase the leaders of the world they choose

clothed in the muck from the swamp of their lies

kingdoms lay on the gurney of destruction

wronged and mocked by infidelities to justice

small egos rule the halls of conquest

their ribald spirits re-imaging the world

through tales their blind tell themselves:

that the darkness they see reflects the light

along this  path many nations journey

in pursuit of empire fashioned by their hands

rulers of fancy chasing the need for image

they guide their flock toward an acridly flavored life