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
