Always For Peace

Come, remember with me the day that brother fought brother, the bodies piled high behind the false security of the stone divisions drawn through the heartland. But when the fighting ceased, all that remained was a flag on the grave of every brother slaughtered in the name of unity. Now, recall with me the day that we united in hopes of saving our friends from certain doom. And though the world was at their aid 70,000,000 fell to the greatest evil the world has known. But the tides turned and the end was reached. Now all that remains is a flag on the grave of every friend slain in the name of world peace. Come, recapture with me the day that we fought for our country but fought in vain. Time and time again we tried, be it foul or fair, but to no avail. We prayed for our children “please come home alive”, and now all that remains is a flag on the grave of every son murdered, and why? Now, turn your eyes from the horrors of the past, and rather, look upon the sweet memories of our brothers, friends, and sons. Memories of the days long before the magnetic appeal of falsely promised heroism that tore us apart. The days in which we knew, despite whatever hardship that might rear it’s ugly head and stumble upon us from the farthest reaches of the unknown, these men died for the betterment of the world, and now, let not the flags on the graves remind you of your lost loved ones, but rather the sacrifices they made for peace, always for peace.