Dying Arbiter of minds peace
my mind was shielded and free
oh how foolish of me
to think and believe
I was safe in this place with others than eve
and that my Arbiter was without reprieve
battered and bruised when did we trade places
and I lose the love for their faces
and when was I burdened
to hold the peace of the herd
for I have not heard
a reason to keep on giving
or forgiving
to keep on living
now the burden is gone I am lost
alone and dying I guess that's the cost
of being another's great Arbiter of peace
This poem is about:
Me
My family
Our world