WAR on TERROR

The "war on terror" is a crime.
Because it's really just a myth.

Real terror is of the unknown;
And we know who we're fighting with.

Our unknown terror is a 'weed'
That's taken root in barren 'land'.
To think we kill it with a gun
Just shows that we don't understand.

In life we're asking "why am I?"
But do not know why we should be;
So paint a myth upon a screen
To give us something we can see.

We've painted terror on our screen
Along with other ways we try
To fill the hole we see in life,
The void found under "the last why".

But painting terror will not work
For one can kill and kill and kill
Until that one alone exists
And still the void one will not fill.

The 'paint' on terror has been thick.
Yet over time it disappeared;
And in the hole it tried to fill
We see the unknown that we feared.

This war on terror is absurd.
It is not making any sense.
Continuing to fight this pall
Just questions our intelligence.

We can't fight fear of our unknown.
The void is just a fact of life.
Defending screens that cover it
Will end in self-destructive strife.

The void should be "white emptiness"
With the last why the unpicked 'rose'
We plant our innate 'seed' around
Then watch to see what 'flower' grows.