Violence and Peace

There is a lion in me

with teeth like swords

and a roar like a hurricane.

It fights like a fire,

and stings like a whip on the back.

It lives in my mind

and makes me a weapon.

I wish I was strong enough to break free.

There is a doe in me

with eyes like an X-ray machine,

with compassion like no equal.

It is silent like a rolling fog,

and is welcoming like a summer breeze.

It lives in my heart

and makes me understanding.

I wish it could fight the lion.