War.
Do all men thirst
for power and control?
What is, has been...
and it will be again.
What, then is the purpose?
It has been done before.
What are they fighting for, this time?
Can they not see the vanity?
What of, where is harmony?
That sweet, sweet symphony.
For whom, has this ransom been paid?
Surely, violence doesn't ease suffering
at the end of the day.
They do not understand; they can not see,
kindness and compassion can command
and bring evil to it's knees.
Love and understanding
is a vigilant Knight.
The battle is won, before it has begun.
Foresight knows the impending woes.
So, it is for pride the blood is shed;
upon an innocent tiny bed.
Unaware in his slumber; one last breath,
at the sound of thunder.
It is not his time; he is only three,
but he bares the blood of an Israeli.
It breaks my heart to hear You cry
though I am thousands of miles away.
Oh, precious little ones;
I wish You could laugh and play.
I Love You though I know You not
and my tears stain the floor.
My Prayer to God in Heaven, for You today,
is that there will be war no more.
What are they fighting for?
Do all men thirst for power?
No one has the right to take a life in vain.
In his Mother's arms there lies,
a three year old boy; whom has been slain.
I can not continue for my heart
is full of sorrow.
I pray to My Heavenly Father
for a better tomorrow.