A POEM
Everybody calls for peace
Loud in song and story
Come on home, lay down your arms
For your country’s love and gloryTrust the world to do the same
Despots and dictators
Do the right thing by your people
Better now than laterHold a vote, give up your tenure
It’s only power lost
Take your place in history’s tomes
Never mind your costOh naïve singers, peaceful poets
Close the violent door
Lay your weapons by the altar
Better slaves than warShould they decline this righteous path
Thrive and prosper on disaster
Cross the borders, rape and murder
Give us leave to kill the bastards