War and Peace

They say more wars are coming,
and our men have picked up their guns.
They've sent their older womenfolk
out to collect the little ones.
 
The young men are boarding windows,
while the aged load each gun.
The young girls tear sheets for bandages,
while the preacher prays to The Holy Son.
 
Why must there always be wars?
We are one race under the skin!
There have been so many deaths;
When will the new world begin?
 
I pray all wars will be over;
I pray all hatred cease;
I pray we all learn to live
on earth in perfect peace!

© 2002 Linda Ritnour/RainbowQueen
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