The Last Weapon

When all your shells have imploded

Your insecurities turned to shrapnel;

As the barrel of your gun cools 

The raging anger we rebuke;

Like choices all the ammunition spent

The urge to dominate still rants;

Then reach out for that last weapon.

Diplomacy may seem the solution

To dissolve the barricades of your arsenal;

It too is a manifestation of survival instinct,

Comes loaded with bargains and detractors aims;

Then reach out for that last weapon.

Generals and Diplomats within

Offer me a two-prong attack;

The strife of cannonballs

Follow the olive branch 

Camouflaged with technology and aid;

The mind still laser guides 

My need to subjugate 

Rest I fumigate;

Then reach out for that last weapon.

When you realise 

That time is running out;

Stablemate and deadlocks 

Have carved moats in thoughts;

Soon your last breath may quench

Your belief of right is doubt;

Then reach out for that last weapon.

Self-surrender

Your might 

You propagate;

Lay down 

Anger and doubts;

Bring out that piece

And find your peace. 

You are that last weapon

Let it be the first.