The Antithesis Way.

From a schoolyard row over a classroom scowl.

To the touch of arousal in hidden rooms of adolescent carousal.

To a plane dropping bombs on fanatics citing psalms.

To a monk gaining light after a lifetime's dark fight.

Some say ying,

Some say yang.

Some say joy,

Some say pain.

But the battle never stops.

And balance be the judge.

And grey be the king.

Whilst acceptance the key.

To the path in light drenched in peace.

Upholding the law we always knew to be true.

A drum so maternal,

Eternal,

Yet lost in our youth,

To hear its beating once more,

To bust down the door.

For come seek the tribal call.

Come inhale the smouldering lie,

Of a world sick on death.

For in us are kings,

Queens of this dirt.

For we are the future.

Yet we are the hurt.

Locked shores, horns,

Sands soaked in blood.

Forgive us our brothers.

As we redeem our sin.

Forgive me young you as we venture within.

We see it.

Me you.

We lead unto harmony.

We feel it.

You me.

There's an atom in our armoury,

Too.