Can I Shelter

Protection for whom I love,
Without resort to push and shove
I am filled with burning rage
Yet cowardice has set the stage
See the evil hold them back
A voice, not subtle, screams, “Attack!”
My mind points out: they are sick.
My heart beats louder: punch and kick.
Is rage hell-sent affliction,
Or pacifism my addiction?
I could hurt them, should I try,
Or use the peace to justify
Inability to make a stand
And stop the terror that is at hand.

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