Its Time Poem by Bob Gibson

Its time to stop the fighting
Its time for peace on earth
Its time for men to make amends
Its time for a rebirth

Stop fighting over religion
Or squabbling over land
Reach out and give
Another man your hand

Work towards a common goal
A friend to one in need
Shake hands with a stranger
Give a hungry man a feed

Colour doesn't matter
When your laid there in your grave
And all of the religions
Will not steps to heaven pave

Lets rejoice in mans achievements
Not wallow in his sins
Lets make this a better world
That way everybody wins

This world is given as a gift
We all occupy a space
Come and take my hand my friend
We'll make this a better place