All Is Not

Our Obligation: To forget fairness,
In war, in love, unless we: The victors.

Embarrassingly employing the most ironic of methods:
Mouthing and Muttering over and over what we know is false,
Ad nauseum, we purchase the pitiful lie we sell ourselves.

Never challenging the wise with the wisdom we aren't supposed to have.
Or want. Or care about. Be about.
Believe as I do, doing more than just accepting the convention: A duty.

Free to fashion the contrarian's clothes.
If you like the look, you can tailor them in time.
Dare to ignite and inspire some overdue discomfort,
Achieve amorous adoration for your audacity.

All was never fair in love and war.
Too many lost wars, lost lovers.
Yet, our response: recite the lie; repeat.
A chorus for cowards too afraid to just ask for what they deserve:

A whole world.
An ethical earth.

Be furious, we deserve it. Please, purge.
Mourn, but make sober self. Resolve.

It is the war we wage, unwillingly.
It is our love we labor, and loses its color in patience.
Help us, that our hurt is humanized, honored.

Fair in love and war, all is NOT
Error, an excuse from equity



Good evening Space Travelers. I was reading back in the blog, and realized I haven't been doing too much original writing lately. I was driving home from work today when it occurred to me how bullshit the old saying "all is fair in love and war" actually is. The author of such tripe I'm sure would find no difficulty in elaborating on the injustice they endure given the right war or given the wrong love. It seemed to me that the only reason we feed into this meme is that it insulates us from the greater challenge of compassion. We are not entitled shelter from the discomfort of seeing our fellow man dragged in loss.

This is not the way of the world I want for myself or you.