arms race (all is fair)

the peace I sought
for which I fought
finally obtained
was subsequently shattered
by a singing dagger
summoning weakness and shame
and sounding a call to arms

regroup!
retool!
reload!

forced to action
not by proaction
but in reaction
not by choice
but by necessity
the line in the sand
washing away with the tide

and so it’s time
time to face this fight
my formerly
futile fight
for that which I deserve
but is it right?

restraint
trust
fellowship
become just three more dominoes
in this cataclysmic chain
because in the end
all is fair
in this war of love