Violence and Peace
There is a lion in me
with teeth like swords
and a roar like a hurricane.
It fights like a fire,
and stings like a whip on the back.
It lives in my mind
and makes me a weapon.
I wish I was strong enough to break free.
There is a doe in me
with eyes like an X-ray machine,
with compassion like no equal.
It is silent like a rolling fog,
and is welcoming like a summer breeze.
It lives in my heart
and makes me understanding.
I wish it could fight the lion.
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