Hammer Swords Into Plowshares

HAMMER SWORDS INTO PLOWSHARES Entangled we are in wars – gritty nails beneath a ruthless -------------------Hammer Time swaps bombs and guns, retires its rusty-------------------Swords Spares its armies face to face encounters But blood finds its way to sit uneasy on a warrior's mind. As hapless Foes plead prayers that flow-------------------Into A World Heart beating without Conscience-- Soldiers begging to return their bloody hands --this Spring-- to bless'ed -------Plowshares ( A promised world of Peace according to the prophet Isaiah)