Tyranny and Liberation

I

I have forearms of the same length holding hands behind myself. 

I have clean fingernails while clenching fists at the collar of apes. 

I entertain the chapter of italics around sulphuric impulses while drastically ensconced in torrential fun. 

I am passed about in a ring of city fury while worshiping flesh brutality.

I am a particle of war with legs wearing a coattail parallel to the wind I have created before me. 

I have turned into a million tears on a lawn fertilized with blood flowing down my cheek. 

II

I have thousands of arms coming for you attached to bodies that are wholly capable. 

I have dirty hands from the fight and hand prints upon my shoulders. 

I have one rose left to give and when the smoke has cleared I will plant it in steel. 

I have a power greater than fury and it is also a four letter word.  

The presence of peace is the presence of peace, period. 

I too have turned into a million tears on a lawn fertilized with blood flowing down my cheek.