Day of Atonement

In thoughts of dishes that are best served cold,
The silhouette of havoc that we wreak
When we perceive ourselves to be so bold,
That we no longer need to turn our cheek.
No longer are we numbered with the meek.
Unquestioned power lies within our hands,
So we no longer question our demands.

The chance we've lost to shine a brighter light
Revealing inner strengths, once held divine,
Diminished by our choice to not do right
And speaks the fruit that grows upon our vine.
The time has come to draw a new design.
We only cause the conflict to increase
When making war to guarantee the peace.