The sacred and the scared

You are unafraid to die, what a skill!

But you are also unafraid to kill!

Are you afraid to love and live?

Are you afraid to believe?

You are afraid of your guide,

You are afraid of the pages,

You are afraid of your pride,

You are afraid of other sages.

You are unafraid with weapons,

You are unafraid with arms,

You are unafraid of the killings,

You are unafraid of allarms!

You are afraid to heal,

You are afraid to be friends,

You are unafraid to steal

You are afraid to mend.

You are unafraid of your hides,

You are afraid to be kind,

You are unafraid of your sides,

You are afraid of your mind.

You are unafraid to be sacred,

Afraid to alter dead thoughts

Unafraid, but you are scared

Afraid to deliver from your corps.

You are unafraid of your folly,

Unafraid to kill the unarmed dead,

Your arms are unafraid and holy,

To turn the green sack red.

You are unafraid to die, what a skill!

But you are also unafraid to kill!

Are you afraid to love and live?

Are you afraid to believe?


One typo in the poem can be excused as a licence to demystify the present crisis. Thank you.