Photo by Rodolfo Clix
Peace is a deception and a weapon used in war, cause enough for counties to die. Were there penance enough in our hearts, their guilt arrested, drugged before our peers and laid testimony it wouldn't be heard.
I wish I knew where the pain truly rested, which words if said would unearth this hate, excavate the wounds and allow the peace to be received.
There is no offering I wouldn't make if the act could be accepted as genuine. No ears or eyes exist upon our witnesses. The mind cannot be unhinged or fooled.
There is blood in these veins and we will see them dry before we ever believe the wrongs done to us have no means to be resuscitated by another lie.