Broken Mirrors

I refrain from being opinionated,
Lest I think my thoughts the truth.
I’ve watched as friends debated,
Once tied, now taking a tooth.

To what avail, I ask these men,
Do you wish your friend to die?
The truth to prevail, said in unison,
So his soul shan’t be demonised.

If your thoughts are worth a man’s life,
You must be Godly indeed.
“I am but a peasant doing the lord’s strife,
He has willed me to plant his seed”.

I see no growth, no green, blue or bloom,
In shadows truth eclipsed, in shadows we shall burn.
“Those that choose blindness shall see doom,
If you deny my God you shall have your turn”.

He shares not my blood,
If he shares not my belief.
He walks on me as a rug,
And cuts me with grief.

Our anger turns to fists,
Our fists turn to blood.
After long our raging fits,
Knock me to the mud.

When dark lifts I hear voices
That sound just like mine.
Shouting of their choices
From when they were alive?

Is this now my hell?
All are broken mirrors.
They have my outer shell,
Mutilated with scissors.

They bicker and exchange
The truths from their long crawl.
None willing to change,
Only helping build a wall.

I begin to scream
At them to stop!
Look at you fiends!
You’re all a mop!

They look in my direction:
I have joined the attack.
Looking at my reflections,
Now there is no turning back.

As many differences
As there can be.
So that many defences,
And wars for infinity.

Division will take us down.
Hatred fuels the war.
As noone will bow down,
I lay forever on this floor.