Prayer of an old Hippy

Why is mankind addicted to war?
Is life simply keeping the score
of dead and wounded, maimed and worse?
This seems to be the human curse.
The lines we draw there in the sand
become the lines of battlefields grand.
That place where men aren’t made but lost;
and that’s a fraction of the cost.
We always want what we don’t possess
and so, in the end, we all get less.
If we could simply live in peace
and all that hatred just release
to float of to who know where
(and what’s more I don’t really care)
then this world could be a wondrous place
and that, I feel, would be ‘god’s grace’.
I pray I live to see the day
that we can find the peaceful way
to end the conflict; settle the score
without the need for any more war.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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