I shall stand and fight as a warrior of peace. My weapons are love and kindness. They cannot deliver harm, only payloads of hope. For they are forged in a fire of compassionate desire. They are made not of metal and hate, but rather an alloy of care and joy. Once smelted, they are poured into a mould of honor and justice.
This composite material and its righteous form will conquer all. Ruling with an iron fist and a cold heart is for the commander-in-weak. I would rather rule with an open hand (an ironic fist) and a kind heart like a companion-in-chief, just call me companion so we can keep it brief….
You see, the industry with gears grinding toward war will soon feel only sorry sick, and sore. When might and mettle is geared for good, soon the industry feeds fuel where it should; toward lovelier days in the neighborhood.
If you join a war or engage in any sort of battle, remember your mettle and leave your metal; but always bring your might. Like the man in Tiananmen Square don’t just stand and stare, stand with humble bravery, even if all you brought was care-for-life to a tank fight. Peaceful arts over martial arts will give shine to the armor of a righteous knight. Still white hot from the forge your state-of-the-heart desirearm (firedisarm) with a love-laser sight glows with loving kindness, caring joy, and compassionate peace, upliftingly light, and forever bright.
You have infinite ammo with finite targets. Prepare for glory! Charge…
See related: The Aggressive Buddhist