Posted 12-04-2004 at 02:36:16
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And... would you believe this poem was inspired by a group situation on the Internet? But it fits any situation where people are trying for power.
I DO NOT CHOOSE TO FIGHT
Donna Wood July 23, 2002
I was my motherís only child, so I grew up alone.
I had no one to tussle with, as puppies with a bone.
You might think thatís a blessing, or consider it a blight,
But in a confrontation, I just do not choose to fight.
When dogs of war surround me, I will always walk away;
I let the others agitate. I will not join the fray;
With passing time, Iím sure weíll figure out whoís wrong or right.
But meanwhile, I have things to do: I do not choose to fight.
My friends may love the battle, and all choose to bend the bow:
I never studied weaponry. Such skills, I do not know.
But God has often stood for me, with power and with might.
With such as He assisting me, I do not choose to fight.
In one quite recent ďsmearĒ campaign, I answered not a line.
Why stoop down to their level, when the battle is not mine?
I have a thousand songs to sing, and poetry to write.
Why would I waste my energy? I do not choose to fight.
Let others have the medals. Let others fight this war.
Iíll save my strength until I find a cause worth fighting for!
I have a purpose to my days. My slumberís sweet at night,
My sins have been forgiven, and I do not choose to fight.