A Plea To Russia

Please take back your arms and bring your children home Peace is where we all belong Let us not let tanks and warships roam Souls should be vesseled into old age Surrounded by family and loved ones We don't need incoming blasts of hatred At the devils doorstep cursed with guns Even Jesus would lower your weapons And interlock your hands with your Ukrainian brothers There is no need for war You can find a path for others Let your maturity and wisdom rise Go home so no more men, women and children shall die