As If To Move Forward

Oh, Sister Abbot,
How I disagree;
Your thoughts of the omnipresent,
No, they're not for me.

But the peace that you sponsor,
Through word of mouth as cause,
Please know that you are human,
And your kind have broke the laws.

If thou shalt never kill a man,
Then why have we stolen Afghanistan,
From others who believe the same,
Simply in a different frame?

If thou shalt never kill ones spirit,
Then why do we look to others,
And fear it?

It's not the same as ours and so,
Their kind, how violent!
They must go.

This has been said so many times,
Through song and lyric, rhythm, rhyme,
Yet all we ever do is nod,
Say, "Yes, how right! Our kind must drop the rod;"
Yet we sit back, watch the news and say,
"Finally, it's the wrongdoers day!
Our men will take them down, you see,
At the expense of privacy,
But that, it's nothing to this cause,
We will return that countries law's;
Shape them just as we see fit,
No longer will we take their shit."

I guess at some point you looked around,
Sighed, and frowned a hefty frown,
Said, "Son, you want to be a man?
Why don't you check Iraq,
Or yes, Afghanistan?"

Someday, your son will look at you,
His eyes so deep, so dark, so blue,
And say, "We made this mistake once,
We don't deserve a second chance."

"Your arrogance has blinded you,
To what is really strong and true,
And father, please, open your eyes!
When this happens, someone out there dies!"

"You take the life of someone whom,
Has a life, a friend, a room,
They joke and laugh,
Sweep dirt with broom,
Just like you and I both do."

"It's time, for once,
To lay down arms,
Instead use laughter,
And our charms,
To fix mankind and all its flaws,
Rescue it from evils jaws,
And start thinking of more human laws."

"I really think, it's time to pause."