Non violence

All and any notion,
How great it may be,
loses it's value,
When you use
The same force,
You fight against,
To attain it,
Contain them,
And deem you fit.
You fight against,
Oppression,
Slavery,
For your right to live,
But
Build it over blood,
And slaughter,
By manipulation,
Fear, force and weapons.
Though the battle seems to
have ended,
That war is never ending,
Prey becoming the predator,
Is hardly called winning.
You riding over,
The one that rode you,
Treat them like trash,
Letting them rot
Till they are blue,
Burning them in sun,
Till they turn to ash,
Battle seems to have ended,
The War is never ending.
Prey becoming the predator,
Is hardly called winning.
The victory will have no pride,
No one leaves happy,
Not even you,
Unleashing one's fury,
Erecting a blackening hue,
Hunting them down,
Till they they can't shout,
Till they can't stand,
Till they bow,
The victory will have
No life
Have no love,
It will  have blood smeared,
O'er your hands throught the future,
From now.
Leaving your children with rage,
Their's Thirsty for revenge.