Crossing the Rubicon

All we have said
Was give peace a chance
Posing instead
A dominant stance

Yet outside our imagined plain
Without religion or nations
Beneath the depths we could deign
Reveling in abominations
Breathes a Demon so stark
It cannot deny its own ugliness might
Breed an Evil so dark
It tolerates not existence of light

So it considers us weak
While our consciousness napped
We dreamed and hid from the dawn.
Our only crime
Was to wish war was gone
And while we turn the other cheek
Not only to be slapped
But kicked, shot and spat upon.
There comes a time
To cross the Rubicon.

Knowing we want only peace
Thinking resolve that we lack
We'll sacrifice a pawn
Convinced we can't hit back
Knowing only with death will they cease
Though it repels us.
The devil raging on and on
We know it compels us
To cross the Rubicon.

A nation of cowboys
Know when lines have been drawn
They'll die for the challenge
To wade through Rubicon
While in wars none will win
Once we have halted
This Devil's dance
And burn less exhalted
We can return once again
To give peace a chance.