Listening from the edge of town,
The iron curtain, frozen frowns;
The crack of guns and bombs and screams,
It seems the men have picked their teams.
The prejudice, how far and wide;
An obvious tip to those that tried,
To rid the world of evils past,
This virus found a place to last;
To waste away the years of good,
To keep asleep the ones that would,
Find solace in the victims pain,
Would sit and laugh as they went insane.
War is the day in human head,
When reason is put to sleep in bed,
When kindness is put second too,
The violence men enjoy to do,
Through a misled sense of staying free;
Unnecessary necessity.
Men dream that one day life will be,
A world of happy harmony,
Yet they find war in trivial cause;
Some evil urge to break the laws.
Maybe one day men will see,
To fight wars does not make them free,
But peace will always keep the mind,
Clear and open, free to find,
The truth that life is far from blind.
No single person can be right,
So keep the peace, avoid the fight;
And man will reach a brand-new height.
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