our future

war gives birth to nought but kings
their power borne on hatred’s wings
the common folk will die again
the world is drowned in seas of pain
there is no wisdom in our plight
time to stand, refuse to fight
if we follow the ‘leaders’ lead
in our children we plant the seed
to stand and fight is not the way
where is our children’s ‘better day’
Swords to ploughshares leads to hope
before we hang on our own rope
our future is to learn to share
our future is to learn to care

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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