a man in duty's uniform
in trusted code that's far the norm,
his mind a weapon, will a force
a mastered mind that is the source.
the weapon and the man are one
and each, a grass blade is a gun
when he looks `n` senses the blade
has moved from sight to heart, `tis jade.
a man to slay without weapon
is near the closing whereupon
the sword does disappear in full
and man inhales life to brimful.
the love of war is found in peace
desire to kill or maim has ceased.
"civilise the mind but make savage the body."
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
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