A House Divided

4 August 2010 | Paul Rea

I am a prince
Of a house divided
The battle rages yet remains

Where hate has grown to its fruition
In orchards full of rank weeds
Where compassion is no longer spoken
Where sorrow has emerged from its seed

Where friend is now foe
And brother turned against brother
Instead of love – hate
Connects us to each other

I take up my sword
The enemy is fear
That toils in a wasteland
Of anger, lust, and tears

The lines were drawn, yet…
The battle rages undecided
For I am a prince
Of a house