Peace
When all the great songs
have already been sung
and every last bell
has finally rung
I pray it is then
when our hope from above
shall descend to the Earth
like the gentlest dove
When every last page
has been written in pen
by the wisest of sages
and the meekest of men
And they close up the books
with the very last line
Perhaps we will give
our Creator some time
When there is no turning
to the left or the right
And we must look up
lest we lose the fight
May the swords we are holding
be removed from our hands
Let the bloodshed be done with
and the armies disband
When men are just men
and not colors or flags
with no more distinction
from riches to rags
May we then come together
as brothers in blood
as we pull one another up
out of the mud
With never a battle
to be lost or won
Nothing more to be proven
under the sun
Let the light of God's love
all our hearts overtake
and our differences fade
for humanity's sake
When all chatter and clatter
distractions are still
by dint of the Almighty's
sovereign will
And all the grand deeds
of industry cease
Perhaps then this world
shall finally know peace
© Mike Wise
1-19-23
Copyright © Michael Wise | Year Posted 2023
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