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There Is No Glory In War

There is no Glory in War In the far reaches of the Earth Since the time of Jesus's birth There have been wars and rumors of wars And even stories about the god of war from Mars Because of religion and territorial claims, wars have been waged Like a game of chess, most of these wars have been staged From WW1 to WW2, Palestinian/Israeli conflict and the Vietnam situation Many lost dreams, lost lives,hands lifted to heaven in supplication Traumatic injuries, missing limbs; arms, feet and no end in sight As nations flex their powerful arms, to show their military might The absence of beauty or romance, only the pain of death and destruction No peace, no happiness, no love, no joy, no satisfaction As nations fight, the horrible sounds of rattling sabers Can be heard, as people cry, beg, plead and ask for favors Countries now hurry to build and move conventional arms and nuclear devices And nations with hidden agendas, threaten each other, with economic war and evil vices High up above the Earth, satellites are placed in the sky As men intend to fight, their wars from on high Wisdom and fair judgment is lacking,in such an elevation And patience and mercy is wanting from psalms to revelation War does not build skyscrapers, but destroy, erase people's history, kill and maim Some should stop fight these desperate wars and put the warriors to shame In past wars and hellish endeavors, the people gone before Cry out in anguish, for peace on Earth, from that distant and lonely shore The people who come home from those distant places Most are now insane, scared for life; horror on their faces War begets war, and the problems still remain This is the vision of the future, the tiger cannot be tamed. William Morrissey 5/16/07

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