If the world woo wars
A great tide of menace
Will betide it
If we marry wars
Our children will be guns
Death and ruins.
If we espouse peace
There'll be rain and sunshine
And bloom of neighbourliness
If we sling guns
Our town will be a ghost town
If we keep our hearts clean
Gems and jewels will
Find an abode and peace will reign.
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