PEACE IN OUR TIME

Drums do beat, Bugles call,
Sounds of war are overall.
Cannons roar, shells do burst,
Who will cry for peace the first.

Men are dying; their guts hang out,
The enemy’s running, turn about.
Legs shot off, Men are blind,
Oh how merciful is mankind.

Bleeding to death, mangled hands,
Victory songs from military bands.
One more bullet maybe two,
What’s the difference, many or few.

To kill, to rape, to pillage, we,
Through the years to eternity.
Shall carry on infernal war,
Women, Children in our score.

Armageddon will be our lot,
Torture, murder and people to be shot.
We liken ourselves above beasts of prey,
Not true, Only hunger kills this way.

Man with intelligence, guile and pride,
His killing instincts tries to hide.
Pain, agony on the field of battle,
Men being slaughtered just like cattle.

A new Gas, Bomb, or killing machine,
Virus, Toxin brings death supreme.
Homo-erectus, Homo-Sapiens, Homo-war,
Homo-Superior and how many more.

Perhaps, one day, Peace in our Time,
No more armies, no more crime.
A state of bliss, of serenity sure;
Where want and poverty are no more.

Love and kindness, no more war,
Then this living would be sublime,
With no-one crying, “PEACE IN OUR TIME.”