War (Title ideas welcome!)

I
dreamed of War
in Fear, yet yearned
for armed Revolt - but
Violence remains
an act of seeking power,
holding power, abusing
 

Fellows.
Violence sophisticated
as a vision of hard Greed -
rather seek Peace
and subvert through Love.
 

Tendrils spur inside Me
at the thought of coming War.
It aches: I don’t want to
watch War happen; I don’t want to miss out;
I want revolution; I want peace;
I feel; I want;
I, I, I. So.
Why am I sad?
 

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