Love Is Not a Weapon
Love is not a weapon to condemn or control
Love’s not an air raid to make you its fool
Not a noose overhead or a means of restraint
Shame’s in the arsenal of what real love ain’t
And love don’t explode when it don’t get its way
Love is not a weapon, I say
Love is not a weapon though brandished as such
Not a warm detonator in a lunatic’s clutch
Love’s not dysfunction spread all around
Like chemical warfare that kills without sound
Or an island vacation to Guantanamo Bay
Love is not a weapon, I pray
Love is not a weapon from what I can glean
Not petty and violent or sawed-off and mean
A peace that’s eternal’s what I’m longing for
So I’m pulling out of this unholy war
Don’t call me again till you’ve found a way
To lay down your weapons someday
Copyright © 2015 by Chris M. Wilcox