There’s no certainty at the top
But relentless knowing unknowns
And shadowy unknown unknowns
And awful unknown knowns
When the devil brings down the mountain
Through an easy impossibility
He just disagreed.
How hot your world burns
How bleak the days ahead
And succeeded by the bright eyed prince
Your bloody crown his laurels
Then repeat the tape
Turn his bright eyes blank and cold
Crush his spine with heavy unknowledge
And burst the dream of peace.
War needs no certainty
No stringent rationale
It’s like falling off a mountain
Peace is the climb.