Master's Peace

Master told me many things

And peace, he preached most of all

I wonder if I understood

As I watch the red waterfall

My questions have left me

Quite in a shame, I am

For all those teachings are left

Discarded

As I wash the red from my hands

The question, most of all

I ask

Is why this way is peace?

Why shed the poor man's blood

For something we can't keep?

I know I stood against his back

A look from the corner of

His eyes

Yet somehow I can turn away

Despite a mild urge to cry

So as that blood falls over my

Face

I can look into that blood stained blade

And see his eyes, looking back at me

Master taught me that our way

Was a way of peace

Yet still I can't understand,

Why poor man must be the one to

Bleed