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I still believe in love and peace. 
I tremble as I watch 
the strange pattern of 
flickering flags which 
wave like shadows 
in the windless night. 
I am afraid of soldiers, 
for though they speak of 
victories and defeats, 
I only know the murder 
they perform for their flags. 
Their words of patriotism 
fall loosely upon 
my ears. 
I know they are the 
words of passionless 
men who would rain 
destruction on innocent 
civilians. 
I watch the news and 
they are celebrating the 
death of another young son. 
I think only of the innocence 
that this young man has 
helped to destroy. 
Foolish melodies of 
national devotion that 
play against the bitter 
black of the war. Oh, 
how the mighty powers of 
this earth enjoy playing 
their war songs! 
Marching drums that beat 
relentlessly upon the 
sidewalks. Marching 
boots that suppress the will 
to be free. I understand only 
that death is a phase we 
will all go through and I 
wonder what colour the 
next life shall be. 
I have no respect for the 
warrior as he stands 
in his uniform. 
I know he represents 
death and destruction 
and it matters not to me 
what flag he champions in 
his madness. 
I refuse to accept that 
killing for a piece of 
dirt is justified. 
I am in disagreement 
that war will bring 
us peace. I am astonished 
that this contradiction is 
not seen for the lie it is. 
There is sadness in 
too many households 
There is death on 
too many streets. 
I shut my eyes and pretend 
that the soldiers have all 
gone away and that the 
world sits in terms of 
peace without a gun 
blasting in the sky. 
I still believe in love and peace.