Rage of peace

What rage can there be,
In an age were rage only knows the fools,
That those heros of old seem not now so bold,
They fell to the sword, there names lost.

Then I look at the pascifist,
The one who is screwed by lifes harshness everyday,
Those who only lets the tide sweep them away, see only oblivion,
There redemption is not so easy.

Scepticism will only duplicate till its laid to rest,
Fear will only leave us when we've let go of it,
Doubt will only ever begat darkness,
Hate will only hold your sentence over hell.

Then what is there left to do, I hear you cry,
Stand up, beyond your sofa, see through the screen,
That teaches us nothing but dumb blindness,
Hope that freedom will come, with the swift kindness of peace.