Tell me my friend

It wasn’t all for naught

That millions were murdered

At the ugly altar of hatred?

 

That armies fought battles

And young soldiers died

Their lives cut short and wasted

For all the right and wrong causes?

 

That ugly head of racial hatred

Is raising again from ashes

And people kill again for their creed

In endless cycle of clashes?

 

That dark shadow of war and terror                                               

Conducted in God’s name

Returned with new fervor

To murder, burn and maim?

 

Tell me my friend

It wasn’t all for naught?

What would it take for man

To learn to live in peace?

 

Copyright Yoram Eckstein 2004

                                                                                                                                               

 

 
A Dying Childs Plea
Tony Robin Bulley - New Zealand, 27th September 2008 (C)

Oh peace how I seek for your dawning day
Why did you leave me and go away
For I am scared no one hears my cry
Whilst on the street my brothers die
This is my question what have I done
As here now I lay dying in the sun
Oh peace where are you in my strife
My blood ebbing stolen in youth of life
Oh peace I feel so cold short of breath
Come hold me in my hour of death
Take me away from the soldier’s gun
No more I need to hide no place to run
I am dying my blood spilt in the sand
Peace come closer take hold my hand
For I am a child innocent without sin
Oh peace i feel you now close within
Never more all those I love to see
For death has come to set me free
Oh peace hear me my final prayer
Peace to all the nations everywhere
Oh peace I feel you so close now by
Hold me a child in your arms as I die

                                                                                                                                             

 

 

                                                                                                                                                  

 

 

 

 

 

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