We do not kill
That which was our right
To take a life
But we abstained
However insignificant
A death should not be meted
Without just cause
Or the cause of conquest
Brutal species
Such short life of peril
To shorten further what is
A curse wrapped as a gift
Fools in foolish endeavors
To strike at immortality
In the ethereal sands of time
Nothing will matter when it returns to dust
Create your legend
All that it is in time
Is worth less than your waste
Killing the other to kill oneself
Making amends
Is a sin to history
To have capitulated
Is to be decapitated
The dissolution of the self
Is the purist of dissolution
Nothing more will follow
But the deaths of those yet living
Paradox 
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Your poetry always stops me in my tracks- giving me the pause between stimulus and reactivity- so I can weigh and consider actions and consequences- and respond rather than react.
Thank you Toney.
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Thank you for the kind words.
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