I have a question

For everyday, did I dare to dream, Of love, of life, of soulful things, Where blissful words had made serene, The hearts of all, both far and wide, Afraid to harm for many had died, Yet, for man, finds, less peace inside, A nightmare, made real, blazing across distant skies. What reason, be made for death abroad, where men and women lay claim, in name, of this one and most silent God? Did he not say, "Thou shalt not kill?" Did he slip or stutter, did he mis-pronounce? Did he not say "love each other?" And what other, had he ever renounced? No one less, no one more, no one wins in senseless wars, Scores left wounded, by unbias swords, all for God, made silent, amongst these most spiteful hordes. For all who walked, upon this, his path, not fear, nor anger, nor wrath or hate, Only peace unwavering, and undying faith. For all our books, our words and songs, can we still not tell, right from wrong?