It Can Decide The World Poem by James McLain

Although my heart dies of fear,
and this knowledge is free from my head.
And are we not at the historic point once again.
Where are the words, when they never come.
Are coming out of truth from great depths,
where is peace the place where it is, it is not.
Peace to each General wants what?
Can peace from one philosopher, where it can,
blessed she move to one side, divide the world?
Where upon it is of the highest standard it is kept.
Doing not what you do but by proper speech it is spread.
Behind the wall, bricks are made we never laid.
Come one to her come ye all.
Does he say to you this is not so applied thought directly?
Perfection which when applied,
here is my hand and the arm of each one is extended.
Where the habit of dying is lonesome, our hearts.
Do you the dying at that place where we are led.
First by thee in what is heaven our love of freedom,
my father permitted by each respective country.
Customs that change our duty is honor and we bleed.
Where her eye has awakened deep in thought, I beseech thee.
And our behavior which always by peace all seek to spread.