The sins of man can alter the soil
That nourishes the roots of our soul.
Where war breaks out, boundaries charge
As hated consumes control.
Many things will forever change
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.
War is the greatest plague of man,
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred
Than the one which shames humanity.
If Jesus Christ was alive and well
And spoke of the wrongs we face today.
I wonder what He might faithfully suggest
And would we heed to anything He would say?
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