The Killing Hour
by Michael Doyle

The appearance of weakness 
Is something that wears thin.
What makes a warrior seek this
Goes deep below the skin.

Our ancestors cannot be left behind,
Not when they are seen as they are.
And a warrior would have to be blind
To not recognize their ancestral star.

Some may try to determine the average
And to determine what they can get.
All of life is about working out leverage
Aimed at obtaining a verdict that acquits.

There are tomes that move in fear
But fear enough to evade death's shadow.
It doesn't matter the day or the year,
Only that the overlords know that you know.

The value of money is not half that
Of holding the secrets that give the power.
Influence is greater than the strength of fact
When it comes down to the killing hour.

Bullets might provide the killing stroke
But there is more to this life to give.
When you can inspire dreams of the folk,
You can even invoke the power to forgive.

Truth can heal or give birth to concern.
There is so much that is important.
Brokered agreements leave much to discern.
The better ways will always remain dependent.

Isn't that how it always seems to be?
The day and age give birth to tomorrow.
The last thing to be said, very importantly,
It is up to our children to find happiness in sorrow.

The appearance of weakness 
Begins with us parents opening the door,
And though we barely speak this,
All retribution must be on us, and no more.

(c) March 27, 2026   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved