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)
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