Weapons forged, in silence they gleam,

Promises of protection, a warrior's dream.

Yet in their cold embrace, we often find,

A barrier to the treasures of the mind.

 

For in the clash of steel, what do we protect?

The illusion of safety, lives to dissect.

But in the whispers of time, echoes remain,

That love and generosity, ever sustain.

 

In the pursuit of power, luxuries gained,

We forget that the simplest truths are unstained.

For life's greatest mysteries, in simplicity lie,

In the love we give, and the tears we cry.