Against Myself

I am at war! I am not sorry that I am; I am in an active state of conflict and contention against no one, against no nation, against destructive revolution; against extinction, against myself; against my own weakness, greed, and avarice; against the world’s definite annihilation.

"Stop acting

like this is war"

a call for peace was

shouted by the foolish.

Engulfed by silly kindness,

the simple were deceived

by the honeyed mouth

of the shameful. 

Pretentious sympathy,

compassion and empathy,

are tools that mislead

the unadorned.

And without sincere concern,

a put on kindness will only

enriched the wound;

With anguish,

allow me to bleed.

In sadness,

let me cry and grieve.

Let me taste death daily;

let me fight in battle

as if today is the last day.

And if one of 

those tomorrows comes, 

the news that I’m gone. 

when a herald declared, 

"Finally I'm done." 

Pause for a moment 

and utter a prayer. 

At my grave, shed no tears. 

In my memory, 

leave no words of pity. 

Because death is certain. 

It is a natural occurrence. 

It is a common thing 

for this uninvited visitor 

to casually visit those who are 

at war and living dangerously.

Nityananda das