War! What is it really good for anyway?
Who! What! When! Where! How does it save?
Is it just a reason to recruit
new candidates for the grave yards!
Do flowery displays need to adorn fresh graves? What a terrible
price for younger men and women to have to pay!
Older and wiser heads should have the final say?
Should they sacrificial their children to the military
war machine? How many white crosses
all in neat little rows does there need to be?
Before the people of the world realize it is fruitless.
When Jesus Christ walked the earth among men; he opened
the eyes of the blind.
He gave them the ability to truly see. Granting
them the ability to believe.
On the evening of his birth of Bethlehem;
the heavenly angelic chorus proclaim
to the shepherds.
'Peace on earth goodwill towards
men.' How much longer dear Lord, do we
have to wait until then!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem