New Warrior: a poem
by Julien Devereux
From a long line of warriors
I came to reclaim my own, my father’s, grandfather’s and ancestors
Souls from hell.
Men whose dying wish, to gently love those who loved them, was never fulfilled.
It takes a lifetime for a man to become wise.
We need a new kind of warrior who is wise at birth,
Raised by a woman who nurtures and loves.
Taught by men who have been taught how to live for a cause instead of only die for one.
Men who understand how to father, because they have one,
Here and above.
Men who live in bodies they love
Taught by a mother who loves her own
And the earth on which she stands.
It will take a new kind of warrior who understands that the battle is within.
His fierceness comes not from his raging wounds
But from the courage to do what is essential
To create the world which he envisions that must be.