21 Poem by Daniel Reurink

on the twenty first day of day one
meaning has resulted in zero sum
looking forward, looking back
life develops a new attacks
defences are futile yet born within
were is the beginning, were is the fin
innocence is harmed from the warmongers charm
during the moment that ceases to alarm
the death of you, the killing of me
and the destruction of our part in humanity
the trenches are dug, the bullets are sent
o the good times were so miss spent

the kindred spirit has forgotten to see
that narcissus's touch destroys the me
control this, that, mine and yours
commonalities reduced the fatalities
yet blood still flows in our reality

everything one man attempts to gain
is always restricted, always constrained
all this good, all things bad
can be produced from our own hand
a hand that kills those who fear
yet strokes the beauty we hold near
near to me, far from you
each attack leaves no clue
why are we here, why kill our self?
there is no meaning in that medal on the shelf

shut down a heart, shutdown yourself
start up each day with energy and thought
meditate on what to share, not what you have fought